I was stretching my legs down the edge of my mind. I was mad that I couldn’t see anything further that edge.
‘Excuse me?’ A man’s voice brought me back.
Barcelona beach. Hellish sun. Mid-September.
‘Excuse me?’ The voice again.
‘What?’ I turned to the guy. What a nice piece of life. Tall, blond, bright, strong. You know, all that the girls with abundance of make-up and absence of character dream of.
‘What is a young girl doing alone at the beach?’
‘I am meditating.’ I said and lay back down.
A few minutes later I shadow came above me. I opened my eyes and the guy was handing me over a fresh mint drink.
‘Did you spit in that?’ I asked, sitting up.
‘Sam, nice to meet you.’
‘Haa….’ I couldn’t shake back his hand straight away. My ex was called Sam.
‘Nice to meet you.’ I said after a few bitter seconds.
Be careful when you shake hands. Beware of what people want to give you. It might be something totally fresh.