#19 (2/4)

The September sunsets are at their best now, she told him. It was her family's apartment I was staying in. A second home, inherited, as most of them are. She always came here as a child with her mom and grandmother. Now, she couldn't stand it, just the thought of it made her angry with rage and embarrassment. We rented it out during the summer and now I'm exiled here, a safe space, time apart.

After a second coffee at the bar, I decided to go across to the beach, changing into my bathing suit under a towel. If the old lady can make me wait, then I can make her wait. Teenagers exited the water, toweled off, sat on rocks and smoked. It looked nostalgic, it seemed cinematic.