Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

"well, they all sort of pinch," heda teased, bumping her shoulder against his. "but some are slower about it. like the little green crabs outside the palm forest. they'd rather run than pinch first. it's the dark red ones you have to be wary of."
she frisked ahead, light, suddenly inviting her beau on a run through the greening tropicality of their sweet home.