A small red insect no bigger than a pencil point was moving slowly across the thin cream curtains in my bedroom

In the garden outside my friends were listening to haunting guitar music

Which was being played by a girl called Pony

She was topless as always and was in full view of the road that lead to the village and the sandy beach

But nobody cared apart from the small red insect as it had strong religious beliefs and wanted to be accepted by God

I told the small creature that God would not frown on the theatre below my window

Indeed I thought that he would encourage such an innocent activity although I did not discuss this with the insect directly

Apart from the girl there were three men in the rough circle not far from the wall

They were each accomplished guitarists but preferred to listen to her on mornings such as this

I was unable to sit with my friends as I had broken my leg whilst climbing

My leg was healing well but necessitated morning rest which I found quite boring

The curtains were full as to open them would have caused my room to heat up quickly and make me uncomfortable

In an hour and a half I would be sharing a meal with my friends

The small red insect would have returned to its home to consider its religious beliefs and its attitude to female nudity

In the breath of the early afternoon shadows the guitar would sit propped up against a shady wall

It would still be full of music but even guitars require rest during the heat of the day