Just another day. Walked the dog. Went to school. Worked on the house. Slept.
Zeus had gotten used to sleeping on my bed now. I have a feeling he missed June more than I realized at first. Whenever I got back from visiting her, he's all over me. Maybe he could smell her. Or maybe he just knew.
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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.'
