“Are you bored here? Because if you are, I can request for a reassignment to the mainland. You won’t get bored there. There are classical concerts there. Music to elevate the soul. And movies. Legally sanctioned movies.”
“Listen, Daisy. The turtles are coming. I can still do it.
He suddenly pivoted around and hurled the photographs at her. The pictures could have been peddled by the cultists at the Taw-taw wharf
“We can watch it together as a prelude to making love. It always works, you know. The turtle soup, the films?”
“It always works, Daisy. I have a new film from the archives.”
“You’re sick, Raul, you're sick.”
He knelt down in front of her and tried to hold her hands but she just looked away.
"I'm sorry Daisy, Let's start again? A New life."
There was now a surging passion in his words. He could see them like a vision of his rejuvenated self.
His voice edged on to the verge of panic. His eyes were now sparkling in the moonlight. A thread of saliva spun out of her mouth as his fist struck her cheekbone. She fell back on the bed with a crack from his belt.
Capt. Daza stopped and had a realization, he felt something that wants to apologize to her
Outside the window, by the light of the moon, the turtles were creeping in from the dark waters of the humming sea. Ω