Melissa Anne Villaseñor

It's a brisk January morning and you've just docked your boat in the wharf. The fresh, salty, air fills yours lungs as you drink in the horizon. "Never gets old," you murmur to yourself, "never gets old." The smell of good coffee lingers in the distance... the promise of bacon and toast not far off. You glance down at the water and see something stuck behind a local rock. "What in the?" You ask yourself. You gingerly bend down to pick it up, and it's only until you get closer that it dawns on...