Singing For His Kis
Elizabeth gazed over the mid-winter ocean, drinking in the steel grey of the water, shrugging aside recent, less than pleasant memories in favour of the here and now. They were what had prompted her to leave the safety of the bus on this stretch of nowhere. The deserted beach had called to her, offering a sanctuary in which to ponder her many mistakes. The storm on the horizon that matched her mood. Bleak. Heavy. Bitter.
A thin, faint yell over the sound of the wind caused her to look out over the waves to a nearby pier. A dog’s tongue lolled from its mouth, its long hair unfurling in the wind, the empty end of the lead trailing behind. It was having the time of its life; the little girl dashing frantically after it was not.
The dog reached the end of the pier, its t
