Gone Fishing On English Channel Near Dawlish, England – Short Story
The crisp English air carried the scent of salt and seaweed as Elsie adjusted her souwester hat, its red bobbing against the backdrop of the churning English Channel. Dawlish, a string of colorful houses clinging to the cliffs, seemed to slumber peacefully in the distance. Today, however, Elsie wasn’t here for the quaint charm of …