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The Lifeboat

The Lifeboat by Dannye Chase

They went to scatter their grandfather’s ashes on a Tuesday morning.

‘No tourists Tuesdays,’ Amy said, and she was right. The beach was deserted except for birds. It wasn’t raining exactly, but that didn’t really matter. The wind carried seaspray.

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