Lonely Sands
Lonely SandsThe Island and Its ManThat’ll be him, the detective.In any case, there’s no choice.A puzzle, okay. An investigation, no problem. That’s all we need to fill the void and finally find someone else on this island. For want of anything better, he now understands that he’ll make himself the hero in his own story.From high on his island, the horizon becomes turbulent and opaqueness seems to have an odor. The detective stiffens before the delicate scent of fear. A tough thriller to play out all alone.He keeps moving. No more sound, just silence. He hurtles down the abandoned earth that came to a standstill exactly where people truly wanted to leave it. The traces that remain can be read like fluorescent signs, above, below, everywhere. The path is long but he feels like he’s gathering good stuff, certain that he’ll be able to connect the dots. He passes, meets, suspects mirages, or maybe it’s just his own reflection that continues to run on this beach.And as a storm approaches, he valiantly offers the world these words, “A hero is never alone, a hero never dies.” R.O.
