Nothing. Gay sex To the sea, to the edge of the water.I can see the prey standing there, holding the power over me as I continue to dig a hole in the sand, hard, grinding work as the sand pours back in but, eventually, a cone shaped depression exists, just big enough for a man, a hunter to stand in. Yes, that’s where it will end, must end, at the foam on top of the waves and there are only two choices, plunge in to whatever the consequences are hidden in water or stand proud and accept the defeat and what will happen next.I am prepared for this day, this hunt for now they are rarer, less interesting, the game not as clever or wanting more than what amounts to a good work out. From my belt are my few things that I will use…eventually, rope, pegs, a small trowel. Fear and Determination, the hunter and the prey. Yes, what would it be like to be the prey? Which is now part of my tripartite commute.
