Stormfront Property: yet another unfinished tale

“Stormfront Property” [Hey look, something else I never finished! Suggestions?]

Stormfront Property 

A Short Story

We found shelter in a small alcove under a long rickety bridge extending along the finger-like jut of land out onto the water. Promontory cliffs stood guard over the strip of beach. Look at me, using fancy-sounding words. I’m an artist, not a writer. That doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about, though. A storm was approaching, so we had to hide from it somewhere. Normally storms aren’t all that bad in Cape Crystal, but this summer in particular storms have been loud, nasty, and sudden. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her. She nodded in reply. 

“Just glad we’re in here,” she said, shivering. “I love storms though.”

“So why are you shivering then?”

She shrugged. “I’m just cold, is all.”

I groaned. Our nice little picnic had been ruined. We had a big cooler packed with plenty of iced beer, and a decent-sized picnic basket with the usual picnic fare: pasta salad, mashed potatoes,  

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