“I hear your brother’s living on a boat in the Florida Keys.”
I stared at this childhood friend, in town for a short visit, who had no idea what he had just done. Finally, I heard myself say, “Really? Where in the Florida Keys?”
“I don't know where exactly.” He squinted. “It's not Key West or I think I'd remember. Not Key Largo either . . . .”
Please don’t remember, Bob.
For the rest of the story, please continue reading at the SNReview.
I stared at this childhood friend, in town for a short visit, who had no idea what he had just done. Finally, I heard myself say, “Really? Where in the Florida Keys?”
“I don't know where exactly.” He squinted. “It's not Key West or I think I'd remember. Not Key Largo either . . . .”
Please don’t remember, Bob.
For the rest of the story, please continue reading at the SNReview.
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3 comments:
Another story published! Well done, Judith! You're really smokin' hot these days. Just goes to show what cutting down on social media does to improve your writing...I really must follow your example! :)
Judy, South Africa
I thought it the best of your writing that I have read. I liked it. The finish reminded me of Ron Rash.
Judy, yes, limiting social media participation has helped me, though I must say sometimes it is really hard to stay away.
Hank, thank you. That is high praise indeed.
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