Muriel and Miranda, part 5
Muriel produced the key from the pocket of her shirt. “Let’s go. Hold onto the key with me. Cave or garden, which will it be?”
“Cave.” As she said the word, Miranda took hold of the key.
Muriel produced the key from the pocket of her shirt. “Let’s go. Hold onto the key with me. Cave or garden, which will it be?”
“Cave.” As she said the word, Miranda took hold of the key.
Although she fought with herself to keep from imagining animals, a cougar appeared down the beach. It was walking purposefully toward them. Muriel put her hand on Miranda’s arm. She had to hold Miranda still.
Fog in the pass
changes the sounds,
softens the cries of gulls.