Just as the watermelon was about to grab her, Alessandra raised her axe and swung. With a definitive crack, the watermelon split in two. The pieces quivered on the stone floor, then stilled. Unfortunately, she didn’t notice the avocados, who had

It was a private beach. He unlaced his shoes, peeled of his socks, and took it all in.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.