A simple coconut. The expression of something. The second sound, a dull sound, the second time a coconut fell onto the sand with an apathetic thunk. She rolled over onto her back, her neck careening to the direction of the southwest setting sun to see the silhouette of the second brown husked nut sitting in a small crater of hot sand. The sound, and it sitting there, the three dark pupils she would later pierce to draw ou...