07-26-2019, 07:55 PM
The sun was starting to set, but it was not that dark. Especially with Zechariah’s stark white against navy blue waves behind him. He turned to face Simon with a quizzical look, then smiled.
“Long live the French Revolution.” He pocketed his gloves, and undid the next button on his vest.
“Long live the French Revolution.” He pocketed his gloves, and undid the next button on his vest.