THE LIGHTSHIP
Part 4
The front door of the coffee shop creaked and Annie looked up, always half expecting it might be Bass and a little disappointed when it wasn’t. In the two months since her tour of the lightship she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him, and she thought that was odd in a town this size. With fewer than a thousand people in Fog Harbor she figured she’d eventually bump into him on the street, or at the harbor, or the market, or surely the liquor store. She didn’t talk about him though because she didn’t want people to get the wrong idea. Annie wasn’t interested in Bass that way, she just wanted to see him and talk to him again. She shook it off and smiled at the portly, grey-haired woman entering with a small dog masquerading as a mop.