The girl I found on the beach wasn't a sign. She wasn't some tragic beginning to my stay in Bisou. It wasn't like she was a sign that warned me to turn back and go home.
I thought that, really, for a while. I wasn't sure when I stopped thinking it. Whether it was when she smiled or when her dog laid in my lap. I wasn't really sure about any of it.
But I was ready to find out.
I was ready for her to wake up.
I'd wait. Because she probably couldn't hear me. But if she did, I couldn't leave her now.
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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.'
