![]() A Thousand Salt Kisses
-- EXCERPT: Mine @2 I double checked the message again. I was restless, I wanted to see Rosie now. What is this big secret? What does it have to do with Llyr? I would now have to wait until two o’clock to find out. I have a vivid imagination and it was rattling around in my skull like a hurricane right now. Is Llyr some kind of criminal on the run? Does he have to hide in the sea or something? Maybe he was a Starfish native and that was why only islanders knew of his hiding place… Where does he sleep?! He must get really cold out there all the time… Surely, he would drown at some point or catch pneumonia. What had he done anyway, and should I turn him in? Surely I couldn’t let my insane crush on him get in the way of justice. I did a Google search on my phone, typing in ‘Most Wanted’ and ‘Coney Bay’. A jokey news article came up about a kid who had released their goldfish into the sea and now wanted it back. I screamed with frustration and threw my phone on the sofa, storming out into the back garden and down the ocean stairway. It was a blazing hot June Sunday, but I didn’t care. I would search for answers. When I got to the jetty, I marched to the end of it, and I stood there gazing out to sea. I must have looked a little strange to the neighbours standing so determined on the edge of the jetty, fists clenched at my sides, my hair yellow in the sun. I was a woman on a mission, but with nowhere to mission to. My eyes scanned the sea, begging for something, but asides from a fishing boat and a couple of gulls, the surface was barren. “Darling!” It was Mum. She was making her way down the stairs. I sighed. “Hi Mum” “Are you alright, standing around in the boiling heat like this?” she shouted. “Yeah, I’m fine Mum,” I said distractedly. She made her way down the jetty. She wore a big floppy black sun hat and a black fitted strappy dress. “Are you off to a funeral?” I joked as she neared. It was surely not normal to wear such dark colours in the summer. “I suppose I’m mourning London, Crystal,” she said putting her arm around my shoulders. God, she’s so melodramatic. She’s probably trying to give Dad a guilt trip. “It’s nice here,” I said reassuringly, as we looked out to sea. “I missed London to start with, but I’ve not thought about it one bit in the past few weeks.” I was still scouring the waters. “That’s great,” she said watching my face carefully. “But you don’t really seem yourself.” “Oh… well, I’m fine,” I pretended. My mum was silent, and I knew she was waiting for me to explain myself. “Oh, it’s just this guy.” “Oh, well, say no more,” she said, looking relieved. “Now, my motherly advice is keep cool, kid.” I laughed, “Okay Mum.” “Let them do the chasing.” No danger of me chasing Llyr, I thought. I wasn’t even totally sure if he existed. ![]()
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