The kitchen was at the back of the house, overlooking the beach. It was watching the ocean with a close eye, warning it not to try and take anyone else. At least, that's how I saw it.
The problem was that it was dark. Even with the huge panels of floor to ceiling windows, the faded wallpaper made it gloomy. Like it wasn't as much supervising the sea as it was frowning at it.
I wasn't sure what color I could paint it to make it smile.
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Short StoryBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
