On the beach, the sea swallowed up layers of fine waves, as if breathing quickly and oppressively. I walked slowly towards the rock, my forehead swelled in the scorching sun. The overwhelming heat was against me, making it difficult for me to move forward. Whenever I feel the huge heat coming towards me, I can only grit my teeth and clench my hands in my trouser pockets. I had to stand up with all my strength against the sun and the chaotic drunkenness it threw at me.
Every ray of sunlight from the sand, whitened mussel shells, or shards of glass was as sharp as an arrow, making my jaw twitch and stiffen. And just like that, I've been gone for a long time. In the distance, I saw a pile of dark rocks, surrounded by a dazzling halo formed whatsapp list by the sun and dust from the sea. Then I thought of the cool spring behind the rock. I longed to find the murmur of water, to escape the sun, the laborious resistance, and the cry of a woman. Anyhow, I longed for a shady place to rest, but as I got closer, I saw that Raymond's nemesis was back. He was alone, lying on his back, his neck resting on his hands, only his face in the shadow of the rocks, his whole body hanging out in the sun, his work clothes steaming.
I was a little surprised, I thought this was over, I came here without thinking. As soon as he saw me, he straightened up slightly and put his hands in his pockets, and I intuitively grasped Raymond's pistol in my jacket pocket. Then he lay back again, but did not pull his hands out of his pockets. I am still far away from him, about ten meters. For a moment, I seemed to feel his gaze in his half-squinted eyes, but more often, his image danced in the air on fire before my eyes. The sound of the waves was languid and gentler than at noon. It was still the same scorching sun, the same strong light, shining on the same beach, extending all the way here. Two hours passed, and the sun did not seem to move, and two hours passed, and it seemed to anchor in this sea of boiling metal.