Ace writer from Florida who lives life through words – both writing and reading them - and is a firm...
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Ron and Willy managed not to drown, but just barely. They crawled up the beach, collapsed in the sand and lay there for a while with waves breaking gently around them. Their little bamboo raft had been crushed. Pieces tumbled in the surf and washed ashore.
After a few minutes of silence Ron began to stir. “I’ve still got nine toes,” he managed while struggling to sit up.
“Well I guess that’s good news,” Willy answered, making no effort to si. . .