Kevin MacMaster
A G34 radio lay in the sand, wet from the tide. Laying down beside it, Echo stretched her arms up, grasping at the stars that challenged the crimson sun on the horizon. She wore her classy velvet, that same one he had called the ‘rags of the rich.’ Not that wealth meant Roachspit anymore. Still, Echo couldn’t help but think of how different it may have been for them if they had a bit more coin before—
Echoes of Me

Short story published with Flash Fiction Magazine.

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My family and I live in northwest Washington. We love crawdaddy catching, raft making, and trailblazing. And after the rain takes its toll, we settle in for our traditional chamomile tea with books and board games.
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