
Overfloater – a short story
“So, how did you two meet?” “Oh, you know, like everyone else does. It was Easter, 1997. People on the beach were drinking heavy quantities of Pacifico and Indio. Back then, they were good beers, not the slightly acidic, watered down urine we are sold at the shops these days.” I wasn’t the best of swimmers, but I knew Miramar like the back of my … Continue reading Overfloater – a short story