Sand dollars
September 26, 2010He had just about given up on her. She wandered away from him on the shore, turning over sand dollars as if there was treasure underneath them.
It’s just sand, he hissed. It doesn’t mean anything.
Maybe she didn’t hear him, her ears filled instead with the sound of the waves, the scurrying of hermit crabs, the wind in the sea grass. Maybe she had just decided not to listen anymore. No matter the story, she was walking away, leaving footprints behind her shaped like small, gasping fish.
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