Marsden Rock

And why I kicked a boy off a cliff

Mark Kelly
Nov 6 · 2 min read
Photo by David Marcu on Unsplash

A trip to the seaside, organized by the neighborhood urchins.

As the youngest of same urchins, I am allowed to go along under sufferance, after the oldest of the bunch has promised my Grandma that he will take good care of me.

Together we negotiate the series of buses necessary to get us to the beach where, for lack of more…

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Ancient ex-programmer (ask me about Cobol) with a 12-year-old daughter (ask me about TikTok). Rebooting the writing habit after too long on the bench.

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