It was our last day on the Island of Genoise. Many of our crew spent their time playing European football, but I chose to sit and watch the sun go down as it turned the waters crimson. From my view, I could see the eastern peninsula surrounded by red ocean. Suddenly, the waters were quickly absorbed by the snow capped peninsula. I was relieved when told it was a natural phenomenon for the island….
Quote from the book of short stories, ” I am lettuce, who are you?”