Joachim listened to Williams as he explained the last part of his plan. He couldn’t explain why he liked the words he was hearing, or why the big, open face of the man who had only just arrived on the island without any shoes only hours before made him feel balanced and centred. Was it just that he was having a conversation that didn’t revolve around drills and flag waving? Or was it that the conversation was about movement and actions? He’d been down here for so long with only his hope for company. Had the tiny spark inside started to glow, and grow?
Joachim made some notes in his pad, and his hand trembled as he wrote. The thoughts flowed down through his arm and covered the pages. As the words filled the spaces between the light blue horizontal lines, a memory that had been buried deep
