The dimly lit bar was really overcrowded. I was lucky to find an empty table between two columns, located at one dark corner.I could barely see the st...ge; but the sound was going fine for me. The music was again exquisite and penetrating. Sipping my drink, overlooking the cramped conditions, I immersed myself in the music.There was virtually no space behind my table; but yet I heard several muffled voices. I turned my head casually to look back, seeing a group of three men sitting close to me. "Looks like it's just you and me for the next two days."He nodded with a faint smile, lifting his first coffee of the day."Gotta stop at the store for some groceries," he grumbled."Nope. Looked after it last night on the way home," she said, obviously proud of her foresight."Good," Tom nodded grudgingly. "When's the high tide?" Just about now, so we should have an easy exit."A low tide in an overcrowded marina like Fisherman's Cove always presented a difficult entry and exit for a larger craft. ‘You’ve given me confidence.’ ‘I think it was that teenage boy. I’ll have to go thank him,’ I said with a smile. ‘Yeah, well, that didn’t hurt either,’ she smiled. We tied up and walked around the docks admiring all the interesting water craft, and ate chocolate ice cream cones from a street vender. The sun had just gone down, and the sky was a lovely pink color, with purplish wispy clouds and a bright yellow horizon. We listened to the bluegrass band while we ate our ice cream, and it was. Her heart will grow cold and unmercifully hard, as my curse become her tomb. And you, her man, will suffer her fate as the weight of the years pass by. Haunted you’ll be by the face you will seefrom the depths of your own minds eye. Life after life,you’ll live and you’ll die,haunted by an unknown need. Scream she will,in silent despairuntil, by your tears, she is freed.”*There was a scream of terror on my lips when I woke. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my skin was covered in a cold.