MJ Shanard
Joined June 2021
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Once I was born.
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Black fish.
She stood on the sand watching a handful of children rush onto the shore. The water had pulled back a mile or more from where it usually lapped the shore. Kids had already raced out to pluck up the wet shells greedily, using the bottoms of their t-shirts that they stretched out to use as makeshift bags to collect their treasures among the fish that desperately curled their bodies before slapping the sand in a desperate attempt to push themselves back into the water that had abandoned them. A few of the children picked up the flopping fish in their shirts alongside the shells and clams until they had so many that when they ran back the fish were tumbling out from their wet shirts.
By MJ Shanard3 years ago in Futurism