A solitary drop of crimson fell to the floor, dripping from the ragged nail Kirby bit to the quick. The uneasy umbra hovering on her forehead refused to skitter inside the crease between her brow like ghost crabs disappearing into holes in the sand.
Kirby stared out at the roiling sea, swallowing hard to quell the burn in the pit of her stomach. Unconsciously, her hand raised, and she kissed the skin between the first and second knuckle of her forefinger.
"Gonna be a doozy if it blows in," she muttered, glimpsing the small scarlet circle near her right foot.
She stiffened, feeling the cold stare of her mother's steely gray eyes locking in on the target right between her daughter's shoulder blades. Kirby shivered slightly, hoping to dispel the creepy sensation, and slid the toe of her sandal across the offending mark. It disappeared into the dark varnish of the old floorboards.
It was then she remembered.
Heaven will be here soon.
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King Tide
General FictionA storm is brewing. Kirby has inherited her mother's beach house. But it holds secrets that will change her forever.
