Jade never thought of herself as attractive. She didn't have a partner. But she didn't really care. There was life in other things. In most things, in all the pages she wrote she found things more important than any love.

She wanted to tell Blayne that, ask why he was so...

Blayne had burst into the workers room. Jade hated when he did that. From there there were cameras and you could see everything going on outside. There was no one, no reason to barge in. 

"Everyone out."

"Its just you and me Blayne."

"I can't take anything today Jade. I just need...

The front doors of the Seaside Rest were heavy. Sometimes the wind blew hard as well. Any way one of the front desk workers. A woman with walking sticks couldn't open them herself, and to Imogen Howe it always felt like she was there needing to get out when she...

She stood outside the  Seaside Rest listening to the rain fall. She imagined looking at herself from far away a little red light would be slowly flickering on and off. Like some fire fly.

She tossed the cigarette away and smashed it with her foot.

She breathed the smoke out...

It was raining then at the  Seaside Rest , the weather had took a turn.  Imogen Howe had to tell a woman at the door that it sometimes does this.

"Everything will be right in the morning." she told her, and tried to light her cigarette.

The wind blew it the...

On the beach Marc Love drank water from a large bottle. People here used plastic for everything, even though the normal water was fine. So he did too. Much of his life he was like this. Like an octopus changing to the environment. He even learned some words. He could...

The  Blue Man was on a boat. He let the thought swim around in his head. He hadn't thought of himself like that in awhile. Had been Marc Love. Marco to everyone on the trip. Through various means he managed to escape it all to  Italy the sun surrounded him...

“You know in Italy the shots are smaller.” Jack said to the barista.

“Yeah just less espresso.” He pronounced espresso in an overly Italian way, but the barista didn’t react. 

Jack downed the last few sips of his coffee.

“Thanks for that, as always.” He said to the guy.  Who again didn’t really...

The kid had kept in his pocket two stirrer sticks from a place on the board walk. He liked the feeling of them. Wood, but a cheap kind, and when he pulled one back it would snap on the other. He was doing that over and over again while he...

Imogen Howe didn't drive right away. She waited. She would have rather followed on foot, but it was hard to know how far they'd go or if they'd go anywhere interesting. 

People always liked to be sure. So she assumed first they would go to check somewhere, then they'd go...