The Esplanade

I blinked as my eye followed the line of ants as it crossed the sun scorched pavement. It led from somewhere under the shade of the paw-paw tree and then across the esplanade off towards the abandoned mission church. I sat at a small table out of the sun, nursing a warming lime drink, batting away the occasional lazy fruit fly. I was waiting for you. My faint hope that you would come was fading as if following that line of ants off into the distance. I couldn’t get up the energy to wipe the single tear slowly making its way down my cheek.