Her bag, if it's even hers, was still sitting in the corner. Someone had put it in the chair one day, but I put it back on the floor. It didn't seem right to disturb her stuff.
When I sat down to talk to her today, it caught my eye. I didn't grab it right away. I thought about it first... thinking maybe it needs to be disturbed. Maybe I could find something in it that I didn't from the first time I had glanced through it. Maybe if I took more than the five minutes I had in the ambulance, I could put together her story.
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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.'
