June got up on a different island to me although I could see her standing on the shore with her back to the tank traps built during the last war. My island had marble columns which she said later looked like decaying teeth and a small bust of Dionynus on top (he was holding a bunch of grapes in the same way as I hold a glass of wine). I pretended the cherry tree avenues (now out in bloom) were full of sharks as I counted the number of steps it took to reach a carton of milk. The man who sells park benches to vagrants came down the road as I went up - I smiled but didn’t speak. The trees reminded me of severed hands in gloves and a watery hand reached out from a grey cloud and tried to shake one, coming away with only silken fingers and a wedding ring with a skull and crossbones on it.