Fact number six: She lives in town. I'm assuming that since she sold her art to the store. She's an artist. Her name starts with a J—probably. And I had her description.
As I walked into the room today, I was quiet. I didn't talk to her, really. Just the casual comment or thinking-out-loud. It wasn't anything I normally did.
I sat down and looked through her bag, making a list of things I knew for sure about her. She had a leash in her bag... so she probably had a dog. I wondered if the dog was alive, after so long of being alone. I wondered if anything happened to it.
She had a house key. But all I could gather from it was that she got it at a minute key machine. Nothing about where she lived.
She had a book with her, too. I couldn't really tell which one because it had fallen apart from the water... the cover was missing.
Kind of like her.
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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.'
