Tag: stung

Feature Photo by Hannah Myers “Atee, it’s Clover. You got a minute?”  “Sounds serious, everything okay?”  “Atee, we need to meet.” The sea breeze forced its way into the telephone booth and beach sand stung her legs. “I’m fine, but we need to talk.” “Something wrong Clover?” “Nothing’s wrong. Look Atee if I called asking…

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