At the edge

January 2, 2010

They picked their way across the dark sand, approaching the edge of the ocean. The wind off the water wrapped her dress around her legs. He looked down at the outline of her knee beneath the twisted fabric, then out at the outline of the waves against the horizon. He wanted to scuttle, like a hermit crab, into the shell of her heart.

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