The Hut

But on the last trip to Koh Chang there had been surveyors walking around the huts. They were photographing the beach. They were sent here. The camera flashes still made a slight digital-like poof as they photographed the surface of the sand and looked through little lenses set on tripods, and they were careful with their words when Golem asked them about their ‘plan’. But Golem knew the end was near and the next morning sat on his bungalow porch and felt a twinge of fear. He glanced over at the couple next door who’d been coming here for years. He’d seen them when he came here on the last three trips. Dutch he thought. He thought about the little huts and the lives of four and a half billion people. You see … he had a little plan of his own.