Andrew Reaves

Shoes

by Andrew Reaves The salt wind beat at the walls of the shack. It howled in violent gusts; it slammed the shutters mercilessly; it had already ripped one away and carried it off into the dark and now threatened the other with every screaming breath. Great, white-crested waves broke onto the beach with hardly a [...]

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