Archives: Wednesday, June 3, 2015

After the Storm

When I woke, the windows were  translucent  from the dried salt spray. I went downstairs to make coffee. The power was out, but the gas range was working. I was searching for the  kettle when I heard the door. She came in, hair splendidly tousled across her tan, lovely face. “You won’t recognize the beach,”

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