I climbed down the side of the rock, the grey hair man followed me ten paces behind rapidly shortening our distance. Why would he not leave me be? The salty rock surface mixed in with pools of wet coral makes for a cocktail of impending clumsy falls, gingerly I rushed towards the sea, I grabbed onto the flex of the stranger’s arm – I’m sorry but I told him (glancing back) umm you’re my husband. We walked north up the beach, climbed the grass strewn sand dunes – my place is just up here, I felt his breath on my shoulders, shivers ran the length of my back. The shack is propped up on low stilts, a wooden grass roof covered structure. I don’t remember his face except that it was kind and we made love on the dusty aged board floor… I woke up just before we met his mother and three years old brother in the living room.