-Chapter 1-
Trou aux Biches, Mauritius
Thursday, 10th May 1956
When he tragically came to recall, Francisco realised that conscious human life, for him, had begun in Mauritius at the age of three. There, in the distant past, he had actually seen himself sitting as comfortably as an exhausted Buddha on the heat-breathing white sands of a deserted beach.
Behind him, where the pristine white sands clambered variously onto the darker earth, an embattled fringe of heavily pregnant coconut trees shivered against the advancing hordes. A gleaming red tongue stuck outward in a wet poke of concentration whilst infant thumb pressed infant forefinger to a pallid white around a naked twig. Abandoned by the unwilling seas, it now travelled towards far-off adventures, cut swathes and traced superhuman circles in the earth’s humid entrails. Then little Francisco froze and the voyage lurched to a drunken halt.
He looked over his shoulder... His parents were still there.
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