Sea Lion Shores the preacher in a t-shirt told me i could be a leader

dinah was out of sight now. ava's sullen gaze fell on the stranger, studying every notch of that open scar.

feeling her shoulderblades kneaded by her father's touch, ava suddenly didn't want to be here anymore. forlornly, she wished she was like dinah and had made for the verdant tree line.

it was too late for her to run. she adopted the sulky mien of a child enduring adult small-talk; she'd no doubt the fun was over, and soon her father would insist they head for home.