Angella was creating a world. So far it was a world of deep, dark waters, but it was time for some light. And so there was light. These things are easy when one is in a creative mood.
There is beauty in the night, and there is beauty in the day. And between them lay Nigella; she turns in her sleep, and wakes up.
The sun was about to rise, the stars were fading, and Charlie was walking down to the beach. She stopped on the sand and looked out towards the sun. She took off her clothes and walked into the water.
When she emerged, her shirt was gone. She looked around. There was a woman sitting on the sand, a little to the left. Charlie walked towards her: the shirt was bundled up against her thigh. "My shirt blew away."
"Sorry. Enjoy your swim?"
"Mmm. Beautiful morning."
"Thank you. Would you like to join me for a coffee?"
"I'd like my shirt back first," said Charlie, "but yes."
They walked back up the beach, and sat down outside Sid's Heart Café.
Charlie ordered her every-morning cappucc