Another beautiful day in paradise, the same as yesterday. Sunny skies, mid-eighties, breezy. A perfect day.

            God, how I hate it.

            Purple skirt, white shirt, colorful apron. The same as yesterday.

            I wish it would rain. God, please send me rain. I ache for a thunderstorm.

            It never comes when she asks. She’s come to accept disappointment as her fate. Besides, wishing for rain on a desert island is a waste of her time.

            If it rained I’d run around outside in my underwear. I’d go swimming and drive around with the top down on my rusted jeep. But it won’t rain today.

            She arrives at the Pelican Nest Bar and Seafood Grill on the Pelican Pier ten minutes before it opens, and half an hour before Krista. Same as yesterday. She nods to the cook, Charlie, and begins to prepare the tables. She takes a moment to look down the beach, tinted blue from her sunglasses. She sighs. Continue reading →