If we were smart, we would have been in bed asleep since it was almost tomorrow. The three of us just sat by the firepit shivering, passing a pint of whiskey. Andy’s voice rose above the sound of the waves lapping up against the boats and the boats knocking up against the dock of the marina.

“Wherever You Go.” North Carolina Literary Review. East Carolina University. 2021. (78) 

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