Janie woke up, face down in sand, with a warm surf lapping gently at her legs.  Her boat stuck fast in the sand beside her as she sun shone gently down on the pair ( Read more... )

The gentle sounds of jazz, and the click clacking of a keyboard were the only sounds that filled the small room late one afternoon.  Janie lay on a hammock, using an old laptop to play internet games and to go on internet search tangents ( Read more... )