Part Five of The Unseen Sea
The square in the town is bathed in the kind of mellow light that you get only at the end of summer. Jessica is playing, walking toe to heel, following the lines on the old stone, flags, which were rescued and restored from an historic water mill by the local authority as part of its millennium celebrations.
Grandad Lucca sips his coffee; bought, by his daughter, Alexandra, from the Costa nearby after they elected to stay outdoors to take the last of the glowing gold in the rare pure-blue sky.
“She’s really enjoyed being here,” says Alex. “We should come up more often..”
“You know you should,” says Grandad Lucca, sipping his coffee, “and you know you’re more than welcome, anytime.”
Father and daughter say nothing, each enjoying their coffee as the sun overhead fills their exposed skin with warmth and life. Father closes…
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