The Emerald Cape

Tiny “coo’s” sound at her side. White knuckles grip a thick basket handle. Faith glances down at her miracle. Surf City beach sands spiral in the air, the last remnants of the nor'easter. She heads toward the town’s only coffee shop. A sign dangles from one corner, displaying ‘The Daily Grind.’ Its rusted hinges creak and moan as it sways in the nor'easter’s trailing winds.