Yellow Beach
“They’re keeping her in overnight to watch for any infection. But she’s going to be fine, thanks to you.”George invited the woman to join him and gestured to the waiter, a small man with a big moustache.
“Anyone with common sense would’ve done the same,” George said.
After a minute chatting, when the woman introduced herself as Celia and explained how she was a single parent from England and had only let Claire out of her sight for a moment, George reached into his jacket pocket.
“This is the culprit,” he said, placing a fragment of brass on the table. “It’s off a shell casing from the war.”
Celia picked up the metal and turned it over and over, feeling the edge.
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