“I didn’t lose that heat”, he whispers to her as he lights another cigarette and lays his head back down on the pillow next to her. He draws deeply, the glow of his cigarette briefly illuminating his face as they lay together in the dark listening to the sounds of the palms and of the surf in the distance.
Earlier that day, under a broiling Uluwatu sky, he had drawn three of his childhood hero’s in his first heat. Nervous, hungry and still venting the previous night’s beer, he had paddled out into his heat without having re-waxed his board. An omen.
Things went south real fast after that. The broken leash on that big set, the long swim, a relentless clock. He’d surfaced to see Jim Banks swooping by on that twin fin, and then he had to duck under a raging Tom Carroll on the very next wave. He had found his board in the shallows, picked his way across the reef, stumbling twice as the whole cliff crowd jeered.
The memory of that made him wince.
He looks over at her now, this brown beauty next to him in his bed. She raises her eyes to him.
“Reckon I lost that heat, baby?” he says. She smiles a distant smile.
“Tidur Sayang”, she says, and closes her eyes at his shoulder.
He stares up at the ceiling at nothing, his cigarette burning close to his first knuckle.
He takes another deep drag, exhales, and watches the smoke get whipped by the slowly moving fan above him.
It reminds him of ghosts.
“I didn’t lose that heat”.
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