I started looking at the drawings and paintings in her sketchbook more closely, piecing together who she was. Now that I knew that most or all of these pictures were parts of her life, it made things a little better to try and get to know her.
I mean, I've been talking to her about me and my life, but I don't know much about her.
I told her my theories while I came up with them.
"Okay, here you sketched out some palm trees. Like the painting I bought. Maybe... I'm going to guess that you see them a lot. Maybe on your way to work and back. An everyday thing."
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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.'
