Every day. Even on Sundays. I paddle out to the sailboats parked just off shore. I take them to and from so they can shop and eat and gaze at…
People flooded her sightline. That pesky moon just wouldn’t move. It was ruining the picture. Just when she thought she’d gotten the perfect picture, another tourist yapping in some foreign…
What? That’s right, I’m talking to you. Why are you looking at me? Yes, I’m a cat. No, my name isn’t Kitty. Nor Mr. Cat. Please get your tourist camera…