to return to this specific spot
on this specific beach every day.
I’ve missed out on weeks
of mum-and-son quality time.
I guess I shouldn’t complain.
While Vass has been swooning,
I’ve done a ton of reading,
and written some poems in
my new sky-blue notebook.
My old notebooks at home
contain more poems, short stories,
and the start of a novel.
I dream of being an author,
but I’ve no idea how to
make that dream come true.
Mum will be reading right now, too.
She has a huge reading list for her master’s degree.
Mum works full-time, studies part-time,
and has a market stall side hustle.
Mum will be at the private beach.
A treat from Theía Estélla, Vass’s mum,
who is a literal angel to us.
Vass and I could be there with them,
but we’re at the public beach
because Vass has a crush on Local Boy.
“Don’t look now,” says Vass.
“I’m not looking.” I laugh.
“I want you to look,
but be discreet about it.
Check if Local Boy
