Miss Junior Akthios Cap D Agde 29 Instant

Cap d'Agde smells of fish and sunscreen and sea glass warmed by the sun. Seagulls stitch the sky with impatient stitches. Tourists unfurl their umbrellas on the sand; lovers trace initials in driftwood. Akthios moves through it with a gaze that catalogues details: a chipped tile with a painted star, a boy chasing a bronze ball, an old woman scattering breadcrumbs for the pigeons. She notices the world as if it were a book she’d been allowed to read ahead in.