The Caretaker is going on hiatus.
He will be off Island for a couple of days.
He and S. had a rather fine day yesterday, that is until the Caretaker killed a deer.
A spotted fawn.
Essentially, he killed a toddler--in human terms.
He doesn't feel like sharing.
Frankly, he's a little tired of always having a story to tell. He's tired of everything.
When he moves off the Island he's looking forward to a long succession of days when nothing happens. If he's lucky, he'll find himself a place with a walled courtyard so he can still be outside but nothing extraordinary is likely to happen.
Oh wait, did the Caretaker ever tell you about the time when he was living in Amsterdam, Netherlands and he managed to lock himself in the courtyard,
in the middle of Winter,
with no jacket?
Yeah, probably not, it didn't happen on the Island.
How about when the right rear wheel of his car came off while doing 70 miles an hour down the highway ?
Dove through a plate glass window?
The list goes on from there and as of right now he's growing rather tired of it.
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