I stare out at the rolling waves—dark blue and grey, framed by puffs of white foam. The incident fills my mind, my heart, my soul. I remember the bloodstains, the screaming, the horror in Aunt Jane’s eyes… Something nudges my hand—a tiny green crab. I watch as it scuttles away toward the surf. Then, somethingContinue reading “The Blog Post That Won’t Get to the Point”