The ramblings of a Nut who should be doing something else – Adelaide, South Australia

Virgil closed his eyes and let the sun settle on his face. It wasn’t often that he lazed by the pool, but since the incident at St Bart’s he hadn’t been particularly mobile. He was still severely underweight, pale and slow moving, thanks to the dark scarring on the right side of his abdomen.

The day was perfect and after his physio in the pool, kindly supervised by Gordon, he lay topless in the sun, enjoying the warmth and the vitalising rays.

He let himself relax.


The sound of birds.

The splash of water as his brother did a few laps.

He was home.

He was slowly getting better.

No, don’t think about that. Focus on the pleasant. Tune in to the island.

A moment of relief.


Well, at least one moment.

He refused to open his eyes. “Yes, Gordon?”

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