Welcome to this weeks Tuesday tales.  This week's word prompt is cool.                                              For a late summer night, the air was cool.   This was the time of year Pia hated most, when the temperature plummeted at night.   But somehow tonight the cool air didn’t seem to bother her.   They walked along the bridge holding hands, walking straight down the center of the path.   Whenever Lorenzo would try to lead her over to the side, she would gently tug on his hand pulling him back.   She didn’t want to tell him how much she feared the ocean.   How as a kid the undertow pulled her under water by the ocean’s edge. How that fear never left her and still haunts her every time she’s near water.   Bu...