FICTION: Carissa, ever unconventional, takes a winter trip to the beach. Days usually jam-packed with last-minute flights and sidelong glances evolve into walks to the shore. She goes beach-combing in the chilly mist, prompting local fishermen to whisper that she was born underneath the sand. She knows that it's a myth; a diversion. She is acutely aware that this November won't be without responsibility. It would be too cold for most others, but Carissa has the determination and stamina needed for the occasion. Having a ballot in hand means suffering the consquences as well as reaping the rewards. This is her home, after all.
