| K E Garland
| K E Garland
I sat in the lobby, waiting for my friend. Two colorful beach chairs beside me. One cooler, large enough to hold fourteen cans, sat nearby. My black-and-white swimsuit peeked through my white coverup. “Going to the beach?” she said. My former life flashed before me, the one where I would have said, how’d you guess … Continue reading Sunday Shorts: The Beach Lecturer| K E Garland
