The Poisoned Muffin

The fog stirred on the morning’s breeze. The surf creeped along the black sand at Herring Cove beach. It was another morning on the island. Tracey always came to this beach before the sun came up to watch the fog with her feet in the water. The gulls coasted along the wind skimming the water for prey. Tracey’s eye followed the gull down to the water’s l…