FICTION: Kirin on Antiparos

He arrived in February, when the island still belonged to us. The house at the end of the lane had been empty since the Athenian family stopped coming, and then one morning his bags were on the step and the shutters were open and that was that. He is American, or Canadian, something in between the way he tells it. He does not explain himself and I have stopped asking.

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