"The Squall" by Edward Ahern
Driving wind riffled the receding water back up onto the tidal flats. The gray sky was blackening. It suited my mood. Knowing I was apt to get wet, I zipped up my windbreaker, leaned against the wind and sand-shuffled down to the shoreline. Loose seaweed wallowed in the shallows, waiting for the storm to beach it. A lone woman stood erect out on the flat. In my usual state I would have slewed…









