Wait on Eight – Al Onia

It took me a week of early mornings to determine the mother wave wasn't six. Not on planet Qu'aean. Fifth world from an otherwise undistinguished F-star. Huntington Beach, Earth, six. Qu'aean surf zone, eight. At least, my empirical evidence indicated every eighth wave was larger. High tide progressed into my afternoon shifts with the delegation,... Continue Reading →

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