In the Current (199 Words)
“Keep your eyes open,” said Dr. Fitz. “You’ll see it.”
Grace Emry had been staring at the surf for almost an hour. The tide was rising and some of the waves were a good twenty-feet high, but there was nothing unexpected. She had no idea why Dr. Fitz’s research team had asked her to be there.
“Dr. Fitz, I really don’t—”
The words died in her mouth. She saw it at last.