Rockhead Island
Rockhead IslandRockhead IslandAustin Daley threaded her way through the aisles of the upscale grocery. The store was cooler than she had anticipated, the chill began to register in her nipplier regions. She noticed several of the male shoppers closely monitoring the situation.
Austin Daley threaded her Despite its remote location, The Central Market was well stocked. She rolled the buggy through the wine section, then past the tank where lobsters stared back at her—their claws bound with rubber bands—crustaceans on death-row. She looked over the pricey cuts of steak and thought about the threee hundred dollars folded in her hip pocket. Back home, she could eat on that for a month or more, but not here. Rockhead Island operated in a different economy—not a lot of Ramen Noo
