
Short Story: The Hum at Miramar
“Wake up” the voice says while I hear a motor idle. It’s very hot and humid. I can smell the salty breeze and hear the white noise of the waves crashing, creating surf. My eyes hurt from the sun and she passes me the imitation wayfarers. I thank her and she half climbs the seat. I can see from the corner of my eye a … Continue reading Short Story: The Hum at Miramar