- Vol. 03
- Chapter 08
Image by Jean Cooke
Sunny SideYou said you were tired of this life. This constant back and forth motion, like a pendulum. Of dew soaked mornings, and stormy afternoons, and pitch-black nights. So I held you close one last time, and reached to the bedstand for your hat.
"The sun is harsh out there."
She nodded. But she said nothing.
"Let me know when you want to come back."
But I know she isn't coming back. I can see it in her eyes, tear-soaked, that she will keep driving down the Amalfi coast, away from the crooked streets of our stormy village, away from the incessant tourists, to the sunny side of this place. If she can find it.