There was a moment every morning, when the strip quieted down and the sun peaked over the horizon. The sky filled with oranges and reds, chasing away the deep blue of the night and warming the air. No one else was on the pier and Cindi breathed deep, savouring the smell of the ocean. Her shift didn’t start for another twenty minutes and so she sat there, legs dangling off the edge of the pier and watched the sun rise.
A creaking noise caught her attention and she twisted her head, surprised to see someone coming her way. The bright light from the sun reflected off the signs along the pier and Cindi brought up one hand to shield her eyes and cut the glare. “Good morning,” she called out, squinting to make out the person’s face. “Heading home or heading to work?”
