Low Tide by Justin Grimbol
2:07 PM | Author: Glen Binger
Low Tide by Justin Grimbol

A razor clam cuts my finger. Blood drips down my wet hand. It stings badly but my girlfriend calls me a pussy before I get a chance to complain.

‘You are so mean!’I tell her.

'Why don’t you go write about it in one of your poems?' She says.

Justin Grimbol lives in Shelter Island, New York. He hopes one day to create a full book filled with nothing but fifty word short stories.
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On 10/27/09, 11:45 PM , Amber Foster said...

this made me laugh out loud.