Short Fiction #14 Barely Caught

Barely Caught

Donald broke into a run.

“Hey! Stop!” he shouted as he gave up.

“Blast!” he yelled.

He stood watching his departing car.

He looked around.

The beach was deserted.

He wrapped the towel firmly around his waist.

“Serves me right,” he grumbled, “for leaving the keys in the car. Last time I go skinny dipping.”

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel


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