At Low Tide
Sep 9th, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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In the wet sand, Sally, Chris, and Mel worked on their sand castles. The tide would soon turn. A few beach walkers stopped to observe the construction site.
“Look, two sand castles, and…?”
And what was that third thing? What the hell was Mel up to?
He looked up from his burnt, sandy hands that he thought were forming a castle also.
The walkers moved on toward the parking lot. They were long gone by high tide, as were the two proper sand castles and memories of them. But, still, they wondered what the hell had Mel been up to?
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