The wallpaper hated me. Peeling it off, sanding down the wall, working around the cabinets. In fact, I bet the whole kitchen hated me. As soon as I got the fridge to work again, and the electricity to work, I stocked up with as much food as I could get cheaply.
And then it went out again.
So I had to eat it all.
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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.'
