The Rock

... the Mediterranean was wild, the weather cold, the narrow streets empty, stripped but for the odd lamp on a wall. The man in the dimly-lit bar, the glow of a thin cigarette, the girl in the shadows, money on the table, an empty glass, love on the run, memories, a fine rain sleeting across old buildings, beating against cracked windows, wettening history's lost kisses ...

Valletta, January 2017