FLORIDA

Creeping up quietly to the dock, the crabs scatter and the fish do jumping tricks.

It started to rain a little, it usually does.
I found an easy route to the pier and dug my feet into the sand, pulling out glass from all the broken windows.

This has never been so unfulfilling.

I called him and asked him to please save me from this place I used to call home, 'cos I don't recognize any of it and I'm getting scared.

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