I took the painting off of the floor. I had forgotten in was there.
Painted or not, it deserved to be hung up. To be seen. To have the light from the back windows shine on it.
So I grabbed a nail, a hammer, and the palm trees. And I hung it up on the freshly sanded wall of the kitchen.
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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.'
