Crime & Justice · fiction
Thirty Feet Across the Boundary
There was a dock on my shoreline when I came home. Not a folding aluminum platform somebody had dragged into the weeds for a weekend. Not a couple of boards thrown over rocks by kids who wanted somewhere to fish. It was a full thirty-foot wooden dock, built on permanent posts and stretching from my lawn into Willow Lake as if it had been part...
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