I had to work today. Serving and working the register wasn't distracting enough, though. There wasn't anything to give me answers. There were a few people there who I recognized from school, some who even smiled or said "Hey."
It wasn't what I wanted. Or at least, it was disappointing. I thought I was close. I thought I had a way to help her. I was useless, just sitting there in the chair next to her, talking. There's nothing I can do for her.
Not until I could figure out who she was.
So as I counted change, I counted days. It's been thirty-four, and still nothing.
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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.'
