LB Gschwandtner
LB Gschwandtner

I Fell Off The Dock

I fell off the dock at twelve minutes after five. I know it was twelve minutes after five because I had just looked at my watch to see if it was time to go up to the house. I always make dinner so it’s ready at six because Len, who I married twenty-two years ago, likes dinner on the table at six every day. I must have tripped somehow out at the end of the pier where the water is only three...
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