Homily

Snippet of conversation from the roof of Africa House, while drinking cocktails and watching the sun set between Stonetown and the mainland.

— Do you think the sea looks more like oil or petrol?

— I think it looks wine-dark.

— I always liked rosy-fingered dawn.

— You would, you’re a dirty lesbian.

— What are you talking about? It’s a beautiful image – the maiden Dawn cautiously creeps up on Night and tentatively pulls back the shades

…pause…

oh, it’s two girls names

…pause…

great, now you’ve ruined that for me forever.