Time And Tide: A Summertime Novella by Lynette Sowell

Author:Lynette Sowell [Sowell, Lynette]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-07-21T04:00:00+00:00

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Karyn kept a slow stride along the sand, away from the figures roasting hot dogs. Brodie and his little sidekick had things well in hand with the beachfront hot dog supper. Campers clustered around the bonfire, chattering and laughing. One last evening of fun before some of them checked out on Monday morning.

Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it from the pocket she'd sewn into her sarong.

Heard from the managing editor. She liked your portfolio, said she'll keep your contact info if they need freelance work. No staff positions right now. Sorry.

Figures. It hadn't taken long for fellow writer Betsy Chen to respond to her query about a staff job for High Style Monthly, a bimonthly, glossy magazine put out by the New York Courier, a daily newspaper in Manhattan. It was worth a try.

She couldn't even get freelance work. Yes, writing involved pounding the pavement. But she couldn't pound the pavement if she didn't have anywhere to live up there. She'd contemplated couch surfing at Betsy's, but her friend had seemed reluctant about the idea.

“I'm getting married in August. I've got a lot of things going on, so. . .”

So. Here she was. Maybe she ought to explore writing possibilities in the local area, while she was in Virginia.

Karyn let out a deep breath slipped her phone back into the pocket. The breeze picked up, making her bare arms prickle with goosebumps. She probably should have brought a T-shirt to slip over her bathing suit's tank top.

“Hey, Karyn.” Mrs. Wetherford approached. Today's muumuu, flowing shades of turquoise and teal, billowed around her. “I noticed your pretty sarong has a phone pocket. Did you make that yourself?”

“Not the sarong, but I did add the pocket. There's not much room to store anything with summer wear.” She smiled at the older woman.

“If I could find a sarong that fits me, could you put in a pocket, too?”

“Sure, I'd be glad to. It would only take a few minutes.”

“Well, if I find the fabric could you make me a whole sarong with a pocket? I'd pay you, of course. Let me know what you think is a fair price.”

“Yes, I can do that.” Karyn hadn't planned on borrowing Fay's sewing machine, but the sweet woman told Karyn to have the run of the main house while she was with Virgil in the hospital. The extra money would come in handy, even as Fay wrote out a check for her that afternoon before heading back to the hospital with changes of clothing for both herself and Virgil.

“Your first month's pay,” Fay had told her before giving her a hug so tight her ribs hurt. “Thank you for taking care of Pine Breezes for us.”

Someone began strumming a guitar, and Karyn glanced in the direction of the music. Brodie, heading their way, left the cluster of people around the fire.

“Well, that's my cue. Sing-a-long time. Let me know how much fabric you'll need and we'll get crackin' on that project.” Mrs. Wetherford strode back toward the fire.

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