F3 Down Time

     I stretched out on the beach, enjoying the sun. It wasn't much of a vacation, but it was aces in my book. The small speedboat was tied up on the shore, and I had this entire side of the island to myself. Most of the Bel Vistas had people on them, but there were still a few that had been set aside for use by the town. I wasn't on one of those. I actually parked off one of those islands that hadn't sold, and just squatted.

     Five days. Five days of camping on the beach living off what I fished out of the water and had packed into the ice chest. Five days without the supernatural. No vampires, elementals, wizards, or immortals. No wights, fey, witches, or anthropomorphized animals. It felt like a little piece of heaven. Even the darkness didn't seem so bad. I understood why Don Iverson had retired to Hawaii.
     I could do with more days like this, but I'd have to get back to work, soon. I had an appointment tomorrow afternoon. Something about a magic talisman. I used a branch to pull my crab out of the fire. The shell had blackened on one side, but the rest had the look of perfectly roasted crab.
     Enjoy the vacation, I reminded myself. The supernatural world would intrude soon enough.