Imogen
One calm week later
"It’s not as good as the front page," Cyrus said as he skimmed the article in the Pelican Bay newspaper. The big flat pages cast a shadow over his face from the sun’s rays on the warm beach.
I dug my hands into the sand, getting myself closer to him on the towel we shared at the public access portion of the town’s beach. "What are you talking about?" How could he find a reason to complain?
He moved a little to have a better view. "Our placement is disgusting."
I leaned right into his space, getting as close as possible to read the article again. Our picture took up half the third page of the paper. I’d never made the paper, let alone that close to the front. One time in elementary school, we wrote letters to the State Legislature, and the newspaper came and took pictures of our entire classroom as we did it. I got in the group shot, and they used my name in the small caption. But this was a highlight of my fame.