Yesterday morning, the new students found a skull near the Cave of the Nymphs.
I bluffed that it was a goat skull, knowing that I had seen it last term during one of my solitary trips down to the chapel in the rocks, but the girls looked closer and saw human teeth. They spent today at the police station reporting it.
I had seen it several times, always pausing to look at the teeth, never stopping to think it might be human, that it might have a story. There are a lot of cow and goat skulls jutting out of sand or clay all over Paros, Antiparos, Despotiko.
I wonder if it is ancient, I wonder if it is recent. I wonder why it has been two days since I’ve made one of my little pilgrimages to light a candle. I wonder how long the wildflowers on the island will last – the asphodel, the campion. It is beautiful right now.