On a different note, I have this new flash story up at 52/250 A Year of Flash. It was set in the island where my family came from, though the story never happened and I never had such a girl pal. Our home was right by the shore and as a child I looked for tiny crabs with a tin or a little plastic cup in my hand, usually at dusk.
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