Brad’s fishing trip to Baffin Bay wasn’t going exactly as planned; the weather was not inclement, but unexpectedly extraordinarily clement.
Darkness for most of the day was expected for northern Canada in mid-December. What wasn’t expected was his desire to wear shorts and drink iced coffee, perhaps even lounge in a hammock.
So he called the nearest outfitter to order a few items:
Sunscreen
Sandals
Swimsuit
Beach towel
Solar powered fan
Ice box
Ice
Tequila and margarita mix
Little umbrellas
Graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows
If the temperature was going to be tropically hot, might as well enjoy it.
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Ember (nee “December”) watched the screen intently. She was waiting to punch the execution button on a large Call order on Canada Maple Leaf gold coins.
Her mind wandered as the screen hypnotized. What was with her genius parents who’d named her December (they’d wanted to name her after a month, like June, but wanted to do something novel). December — who the fuck named their kid December? Aside from them, of course.
Everywhere she went, she was the Frigid Bitch With Steely Blues despite trying to have a “warm” nickname with Ember.
The number she’d been waiting for flashed — Buy!
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