You are walking on East Beach, Marrowstone Island. It is sunny. The tide is way out, with fields of bright green slippery algae. You stay on the rocks. Some of them are slippery too. There are crows and an eagle, on the beach, feeding. There is a great blue heron. You can see sea lions out on the rocks, though your camera battery has died, again.
Suddenly you nearly step in THIS:
You stumble away, horrified, knowing that the creature stranded on the beach is FOOD now. You hear laughter, soft at first. Suddenly you see the face above and REALIZE: the whole beach is giggling and laughing: BECAUSE YOU TOO ARE FOOD.
I got home today, gone a little over two weeks. I have not been out to the beach yet. The cats are glad to see me and did not sulk!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt, I am choosing the design of the cliffs against the sky. So far I am never tired of the beach here. I hope I get to the beach tomorrow! Think the cats will let me? We will see.
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