Nobody Loves Me – Ernesto

Ernesto stepped off the water taxi onto the crowded cement dock. He shifted his bag onto both shoulders and set off across the beach – through the park, with the steady tread of a soldier going on a ten mile march. As he walked he took in every face, every movement, he wondered if that…

Nobody Loves Me – Nina

Nina hadn’t sold many necklaces, only a very few bracelets – she was mildly worried but mostly desperate to go and sit on the large turtle in the park and pretend it was carrying her across the ocean. But instead she stood on the beach seeming to look around, but mostly lost in thoughts. Nina…