Flash Fiction: Beach Day

“No freaks of nature on the beach!” Vikki snapped.

Mary and Shelley rubbed sunblock over suture scars and a patchwork of skin tones.

“But it’s a glorious day,” Mary said.

“Our re-birthdays,” Shelley added. “Mom’s reading Byron, and Dad’s surfing.”



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