Yard Lines
This Fremont Beach story was lost and recovered in fragmentary form. I have restored it from memory with help from Li, my AI winger.
This Fremont Beach story was lost and recovered in fragmentary form. I have restored it from memory with help from Li, my AI winger.
‘The Federal penitentiary at Woodbury sang its own song. …. Mornings began with a hollow clang — not quite a bell, …’.
Jerri Halliday, widowed and retired, finds a new calling. A Fremont Beach Story.
Growing up in Campeche, Mexico. You might sense the ghost of John Steinbeck looking over your shoulder.