Melati peered out through the narrow opening of the bamboo shutter. â€œListen,â€ she whispered. The Likupang tribesmen had gathered late at night. The men sat hunched on logs beside the blazing fire, drinking, muttering and arguing amongst themselves. One of the men got up to chuck a few more dry coconut stalks on the fire which flared up, crackling and puffing out smoke that wafted across on the sea breeze.
|The Tropical Sun - Belief, Love and Hate by J. S. Philippe|