The Seaside Caper
Copyright 2019, Steven M. Moore
Summer evenings, after dinner at one of the beachside cafes, Lillian would go down to the nearest pavilion and read a spy novel, or some other mystery or thriller novel, until it became too dark to read, the hour averaging around 8 p.m. in daylight savings time. Fall and spring she would do the same thing while eating her lunch, a PB&J sandwich with a fiber bar for dessert.
Those were pleasant times of relaxation, especially for a librarian. T...
Published on October 09, 2019 03:28