"I spy with my tiny eye..."
"Huh?"
"I said "I hate the sky!""
"No, you said-"
"Dude, I know what I said. I did not say "I spy"."
"You sure?"
"Sure I'm sure!"
"How can you hate the sky?" I ask.
"It's blue," It's all he says.
"Is that it?" A nod. I see him turn his head, face the sky, look away, and spit.
"Kind of sad, isn't it?" He bows his head, and I note a lone tear fall to the sand. I see the sea wash it away. I turn and walk off. I won’t turn back.