Nibbles Stories

The sun has just now settled low enough that Ava no longer has to shield her eyes to gaze Westward, so she wedges her sunglasses up into her wind-blown hair as she surveys the horizon. She's able to pick out the peaks of half a dozen sailboats, the mass of a cargo ship wedged in the seam between sea and sky, and the glint of two small recreational craft as they swirl and splash a bit closer. The hot wind whips the hair fr...