#98 After the Flags Came Down (Supporter-Only) (BONUS)

The sun didn’t let up all afternoon. Matilda had been on the lookout chair since dawn, calling out waves and waving back at cheeky kids who thought they could outswim the flags. By the time the beach emptied, the air felt thick enough to melt her whistle.

she muttered with a laugh, peeling off her uniform top and sinking into the sand. The orange glow hit her skin like it belonged there, salt, sweat, and sunlight blending into one.

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