Marsha Saunders
Joined October 2021
2 stories
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Graduate student, mother, registered nurse, and, apparently, a fledgling fiction writer.
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Ungrateful
I never knew my Uncle John well. After the sea took him, my teacher Miss Delaney had said he had drunk "too many beers to be steering that boat right." Mr. Dunn said, "he should never have been out there in that storm." But Mrs. Jepsen, from over there on First Street, told me it was because he was not grateful enough for the sea; he never gave it the respect it deserved. "If you don't give thanks for what the sea gives you, all the lost spirits come back for ya," she used to whisper in my ear when I finished raking her leaves, as I sipped warm cider from a mug that read 'Mondays are for the Birds."
By Marsha Saunders4 years ago in Horror
