Jun hung over the edge of her board, staring back at the row of predators lined beneath and beyond her. That was new for 713--at least, as far as she knew when it came to the little piece of ocean fronting the beach house. For a while, she'd thought that the waters outside their beach-house were shark free. But this morning, when she'd gripped her ( Read more... )

The sand needs to be swept outside.

While they were gone, it crept over the thresholds and silted the floors ( Read more... )