The sun rose at six but the night lingered, needy and obsessed like an abandoned lover hanging

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The sun rose at six but the night lingered, needy and obsessed like an abandoned lover hanging around the old places. Veronique lay on the roof of Villa Maldorme, on a white bedspread. Last night, she had a near overdose. For many hours she lay on the roof, floating in a blue, deflated world until the gentle gurgling of the morning’s transfusion woke her. The arteries of the sky, which only a few hours before unwilling poured their blood into the vague, moody sea, were not being refilled, slowly swelling with light pumped from the luminous water. A gull lunged towards Veronique with a homicidal screech. She covered her head but was only brushed by the gull’s vulture-shadow. Adriatic white-scapes in the day, bodyscapes in the night,…show more content…
“It didn’t start. It happened over a few days.” “When?” “Last year.” “Was it … triggered by something or just …” “It happened after my father had an accident.” “Did he …” “Yes.” The simplicity and flatness of this one word wounded her. She wanted to get up and walk out, slam the door in his shocked and uncomprehending face, be alone for a long time, for the rest of the time. But which time and when would it end? She couldn’t talk about her father to a virtual stranger, even if he was her traveling companion. One word, unchangeable, and so brutally, callously casual. Yes. He could’ve asked her if she’d had breakfast. If she’d ever sky-dived. The faded plush curtains of the myth-making years parted. The Aegean light revealed a place she recognised in a way she would recognise a blurry face in the background of a forgotten photograph. The harbour of Thessaloniki from which the stink of sewage rose when the vardari, the northern wind, pierced the city. The warm-faced people dishevelled by the vardhini. The now deserted, windswept, unbearable beaches of Halkidiki. Everywhere, she had to stop herself from looking for the tall, stooped, bald silhouette, carrying paper-cones darkly full of sunflower seeds. She found a

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