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The piscator who’d cuffed me to the anchor swung his fist at his partner. None of them noticed me break off the piece of Styrofoam sticking out of the ice chest.
I quickly fashioned a message; Morse code via aglet. It was a long shot.Continue reading “Shipwrecked – Drabble – Micro-Fiction”