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“The horizon was infinite and curved but the air stank of fish.” – Tim Pratt
And to think… summer is almost over.
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Pseudopod 205: Gulls
Read by Tina Connolly
A high fence of weathered wood ran along the right side, partitioning the beach for the people in the hotel. The fence ran for a distance even into the water before giving up hope of division. Harriet heard happy shouts and laughter from the other side. It was a gleaming white hotel with balconies on the back; she could see the top floors rising over the fence, much better than the ramshackle crammed-in house with rusty showerheads and sand in the mattresses. Same water, she thought, squelching her envy, they get the same beach we do.
But this was a sad little beach. Grady surged like a live wire, pulling away and eager to be in the grey-green water, but she held on and stepped with distaste around broken beer-bottles and chunks of styrofoam. The horizon was infinite and curved but the air stank of fish.
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And to think… Summer’s almost gone. « iMaxximillian says:
Aug 17, 2010
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