The girl sat on the beach and gazed out at the horizon, a long blue line stretching from left to right, fading away as it passed the limits of the human eye. In the foreground a few fishing trawlers slowly plied the waters, their nets like giant wings stretched out to either side just like a giant ungainly bird. The waves broke where the water met the sand, sand so…
Monthly Archive for September, 2011
One man’s junk is another’s treasure; I’m sure you’ve heard that before. Well it’s true; believe it. How else can you explain people waking up at 5AM on a Saturday so as to be the first to arrive at the garage sale that starts at 6AM in the next county? Is there really any reason to roust yourself out of bed at such a painful hour in order to have…
