As she watched her brother from the shore, the May sun rose higher into the pallid sky and and beat down upon her lightly freckled face. As the month went on, even her favorite blue morning dress seemed to grow thicker with each ray of sunlight, so she walked along the water’s edge and let her toes near enough to the brim of the sea to let the foamy tide edge between her toes and cool her off before returning to the laundry.
She called Daniel along, and he came up beside her, holding a makeshift fishing rod fashioned out off a branch and old twine he must have picked off the beach. She made him dip his feet into the fountain before he went inside, and even slipped hers into the basin and enjoyed the cool rush of the water, trickling down from the stone triton of Poseidon and his four dolphins. The figure of the god had been installed three years past, and had survived the stain of the water only from it’s placement in the perpetual sunlight, which was often found in Brighton