Agate Beach

After a month of dating, she finally asked him into her apartment. It was midnight in November, dark as velvet. The next morning, he followed the scent of coffee and sausages into the living room with its one glass wall and the view he hadn’t seen the night before. It was glorious—b

eige sand, pale blue ocean, bits of silver from fancy shells, a touch of deep red seaweed.

“Coffee?” She extended her slender arm towards him, a cobalt mug in her fist,

and on her wrist were triple strands that exactly matched the colors of the view.

“This is beautiful,” he said to her hand.

But her eyes were on the beach. “Yes, it’s quite the view, isn’t it?

Drink up. I have an early call today.”

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