Most of the things in her bag were ruined by the water. The bag was your typical canvas beach bag, but she took extra care of one important thing in the bag.
"Wow," I said, partially to myself and partially to her, as I pulled it out of its plastic bag. Obviously, she didn't want it to get wet. The leather bound book was filled with charcoal sketches and watercolor paintings. The charcoal rubbed off on my fingertips when I turned the pages. I smiled.
One page caught me, a smudgy painting of the beach. Of the seashells up close and then the water lying out further after the shore, fluffy white clouds covering the sky almost completely.
"These are amazing."
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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.'
