Category: Richard Georges

SHEDDING

RICHARD GEORGES

A girl no more than twelve clattered up the four planked stairs that brought patrons from the beach to the level of the bar floor. Sweat darkened her yellow vest and beaded her forehead trickling down her temples. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and wiped it her blue jean shorts. She paused, her hand still pressed against the front of her pants.

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