His feet pad on the sand, his large grey-black boots hammering the compact grains with each step. The ocean waters collide with his feet as the white wash crashes onto the shore. The man’s eyes are locked onto his feet, his head bowed as he walks heavily. Still in doing this his dark red-maroon eyes are hidden by his brown hair hanging by his face. He sighs. The man is tall, muscular, well built. He wears dark blue jeans and a tight black tee, nothing much else other than those, underwear and boots. The sun sets over the sea as the man walks. The sky a deep orange, the sea a deep blue, the man silhouetted against the skyline. His head is heavy, his eyes tired, his legs weak. The man could continue walking for hours, as he has for the hours before. But he decides against it when coming close to a small beach village.
The man trods towards a beach hut, a man in tattered clothes stood outside, this being easily visible as a visitors hut by the colour of the sticks, being painted red rather than the natural brown of the other huts. “I’d like to stay the night” The man sighs, his eyes moving up to those of the tribesman. “30 caruca.” The tribesman nodded, his long braided hair shuffling on his head. The man in the boots handed over the coins, no hesitation at all, already knowing the cost of huts on this island that he’d walked upon for so long. “I am Cammir, enjoy your stay” The sharing of names was important to the tribesmen of this island. “I am Tiger, thank you” The weary man replied, walking into the hut through the palm leaf door. Tiger listened as the man began to stroll home, he’d have waited all night for a passerby to take homage in the hut if he’d had too, the money from this being all he’d get. Tiger kneeled onto the palm leaf bed on the floor. His palms and fingers pressed together tight as he prayed, warding off all evil in God’s name. Once done Tiger lay down on the leaves, pulling another set of leaves tied together over himself as a cover. With nothing but money and clothes on his person there was little else for him to prepare before sleeping and thus the tired, tired man lay down for the night, the weak light from the sun on his face through the gaps in the wooden twigs. His eyes were tight shut. “Goodnight darling” he muttered to an entity that was not there. His body relaxing as sleep consumed him.
His fingers entwined with hers, their palms pressing up against each other. There was a warm connection between them that wasn’t present between themselves and any other persons. They were subject to something special and they could tell, and everybody else could tell; simply from the way that their hands fit into each other, from the way they touched. They walked side by side across the beaches, their hands always together. The beaches were the same. They never changed. But the two had little care of where they were, as they walked together. Always together.
Tiger's eyes dragged themselves open, wincing as the light thrashed his retina. He sighed, rolling from his side and onto his back, staring up at the dream charms hanging from the roof of the hut. “Cammir, could you come in please?” He asked, knowing that the man was stood outside. Cammir walked in gladly, assured that nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen. “The charms, wh-” Tiger begun only to be interrupted, “The charms, they give good dreams, they give perfection”. “Thank you, Cammir” Tiger said, paying the man for his information as would be expected. The tribesman then left the hut and standing once again outside the hut, giving Tiger his privacy. Tiger pondered over this perfection, his past was amazing, but was it perfect. The world was invisible to him, all he saw was her and all that he had ever known was her. Is that perfection, love, true love. He pondered this for hours, unsure what to make of the theory that was “perfection”. What was he to know of perfection, how was he to experience such a thing before coming to the pearl gates of heaven. He hated the idea of perfection, despite that at the time all that was, was perfection to him. He had learnt since then, his knowledge and experience having expanded higher than that of his younger self, his views on the world had changed. His view on perfection. ~S
