It felt like one of the hottest summer days in the tropics. Girls walked around in their underwears and men gallivanted with their shirts open. Some having pleasant torsos, and others, just a pot belly full of chest hairs.
Everything was peaceful and quite. The wind was merry and cool. Isis sat next to the pool in huge black shades and a white wide-brim hat.
It his her face from the sun.
Suddenly she could hear voices being raised, as if in anger. She was too relaxed to bother herself.
"Some days it feels as if humanity will squabble until the last of the tropical islands have been sold as trinkets in upmarket boutiques," she sighed.
She heard a laugh from behind her and chose against putting in the effort of lifting herself from her relaxation just to see who was it. The person would reveal themselves if they wanted to.
