Essay

Montauk Morning after Sunrise [Flash Fiction]

My feet dig themselves in the sands as one two three or five gulls want a jump on low tide here pecking for clams, back ad forth they go avoiding the wakes that drown my feet over my ankles in the surf soaked sands.

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