Category: Short Story
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FRESHLY CAUGHT SEAFOOD

‘The Great White was a man-eater, terrorising a small beach town. Three days at sea before I found her. Dragged my boat for fifty miles.’ ‘Now the Orca. He was a tough old bastard. Almost took my boat. Did take half my leg,’ the old man tapped his wooden stump. ‘After him I decided to…
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DESTINATION

‘Where does it lead?’ ‘Wherever you are supposed to be.’ Kevin peered down the road to where it disappeared, enveloped in a thick cloud of mist. ‘That’s not very reassuring,’ he said. ‘That depends. Where do you think you should be?’ Kevin thought back. He had done some good things, he had done some things…


