“I know where we can sleep. Come on!”
I found him by an old upturned boat.
“What do you think?”
I surveyed the flakey blue paint, the damp exposed wooden slats, the tendrils of seaweed. “I’m game if you are,” I said.
“I know where we can sleep. Come on!”
I found him by an old upturned boat.
“What do you think?”
I surveyed the flakey blue paint, the damp exposed wooden slats, the tendrils of seaweed. “I’m game if you are,” I said.
Jackie Mallon 