Living by the seaside was wonderful. The sounds of seagulls, the waves crashing against the shoreline, and the smell of the salty ocean were all great beneficiares to the soul. However, it was hard to deny that living alone on the beach was…well, lonely. Elliott’s lifestyle didn’t leave him much room for anything else other than work. The writing and completion novel was extremely important to him, after all.

He had often tried his best to push such negative thoughts away. Pessimism was detrimental to his creativity. There was no point in worrying about something like that, it was better to try and bury himself in his work or in a book.

But loneliness eventually began to gnaw at him. Honestly, it might’ve eaten him alive with only bones left of him if the farmer didn’t move to Pelican Town when they did. They were both a bit new; he’d only moved in about a year before they did. A new face was promising, lifted his spirits. Was it foolish of him to think that he might be able to make a friend?

Perhaps the farmer was charmed by his flowery vocabulary, or their shared love of books, but he did manage to make friends with the farmer. As it turned out, they had a knack for picking up peculiar and eccentric friends. In return, Elliott was charmed by the farmer’s endless generosity. Every fall, the farmer would come by his humble little home to deliver a basket of pomegranates. Ah, they were after his heart, weren’t they? They’d win it if they continued delivering sweet fruit like this.

This autumn was no different. One windy morning while Elliott was at his writing desk, he was interrupted by a gentle knock at the door. He had a feeling he knew who it was.

“Ah!” He smiled as he opened his door to find the farmer. What a lovely friend they were, basket of fruit in hand. “What a lovely surprise. Did you brave the wind just for me? I’m flattered,” he jested, chuckling as he held the door open for them. “Come in, come in. I apologize in advance for how chilly it may seem in here.”