By: Linette Morgan
AS FAR AS I can remember, I’ve only died once.
I remember turning to our friends, Mitchell and Jennifer. They were leaning against the bumper of Georgie’s car, kissing. He touched my cheekbone, bringing my attention back to him.
“You got a little too much sun today.”
“Well, we won’t need to worry about that for long. Do you see the fog coming in, darling?”
“Mitchell!” He called to his best friend and pointed to the Pacific. “Let’s pack up. If we leave now, we can make it back to The Valley before we get socked in.”
A frenzy followed as we shoved towels, blankets and picnic baskets into the trunk.
I didn’t notice right away that I’d forgotten my sweater laying in the sand. I didn’t notice that until a little later. But now, the sun was setting and the fingers of fog were grasping at…
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