Sea salt


The tinkle of a bell summoned Marna from the storeroom. She dusted off her hands and dabbed her face dry with a handkerchief. The tiny room was windowless and airless, and afforded little relief from the summer's heat. "My condolences," the dark-haired woman said as Marna emerged. She sounded sincere, but Marna knew better. Tears … Continue reading Salt