Over the course of his lifetime he only saw her a handful of times, but she was always there, the woman in the sea, always calling to him.
Gram's bowling ball is missing. Her granddaughter tries to solve the mystery over dinner. (This was my entry into the 2021 NYC Midnight Short Story Competition.)
As life moves on, we often need to redirect ourselves. As we do that, the theme and style of this blog may change.