It had been months since I had seen anybody. Silence was my normal. I used to talk to myself a lot in the beginning, but it got old over time. Why talk when nobody’s listening?
I was drinking coffee at my kitchen table, always set for one, when I heard them. At first I thought I was hallucinating, it happened from time to time. It gets so quiet out here, your brain starts to make the sounds up. But they were laughing. The horrible made up voices I heard never laughed. And they had gone long time ago. It was unlikely they came back.
I could hear a lot of people just outside. Real people. They seemed like a family. They were wondering why there was a tiny house so far away from anything. The entrance was covered with palm trees, but you could see the roof from the beach. They peeked in through the window. I could see them smiling. It was rare to see people around this parts, and even more rare to see so many laughing. It was a lonely beach.
I hadn’t been to the beach in a while though. I never went outside. I was waiting for my son to come back so we could go together. He’s been gone for a long time now. He left with our crew years ago. We had a job to d. He said he would come back with the money, so we could return home and stay there. I missed my home. He told me I was too old for this particular job, so it was better if I stayed.
He left me little food and water, so I knew he had to come back. Funny though, in time, I stopped feeling hungry. I didn’t need water either. Now, I’m only waiting for him. What’s keeping him? I miss the ocean and my family.
The people outside made me think about my family. I wonder where they are. Are they thinking of me? I’ll be home soon, as soon as my boy comes for me.
Back to myself 