Marti's Theory

Invasive Species (It’s fiction. Mostly.)

The gentle waves danced inward across Wailea Beach, bringing unique gifts to the sand of South Maui. Every dawn presented a treasure trove  – shells, ocean plants, driftwood from origins unknown.  But Thursday’s offering was special.  Amid the tangle of fishing net and multi-colored bits of sea glass lay the lifeless body of Harold Ormsby.

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