Susan Nickerson

Beach Day

”Come on, Suzie! Hurry up!” Mary whined from downstairs. I grabbed my transistor radio off the nightstand, checked the batteries, and rolled it up in my towel. No sense heading to the beach with a dead radio. I wriggled out of my pants and stepped into my bathing suit. I squeezed and willed my bulging body into the boring one piece until I thought it would burst…

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