Laurie

The rock was warm under her bare feet, sea spray cool against her cheek. She inhaled the salt air and looked toward the horizon. “Let’s go,” the man said. “I need a beer.” He flicked cigarette ashes on the lichened stone. “Maybe we should buy that condo.” A prickly sensation tickled her toes and turned them to silver. “I don’t think so,” she said. With a flash of her fishy tail, she dove back into the waiting sea.