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FF7 - Glass Desert

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Mother leaves me by myself near the waxing tides, and promises to pick me up again after she's finished bathing in the waning sun. I enjoy the beach. There's a clean sense of salty freedom which basks me in its earthy aura as soon as I step onto the sea of sand. This is true especially on days like these, when the glow from the setting sun crumples the filmy surface of the ocean and riddles a prism of light through the water, not unlike an imprint fossilized in golden amber.

Every so often a tapestry of slimy seaweed floats to the shoreline, as if upchucked from the swirling broth it used to call home. The seaweed itself is home to a great number of other organisms, each weaved into an intricate pattern, morphing the algae into its own ecosystem. I witness this very event happen, and a saltwater crab emerges from the motley stew to inspect it. The crab finds nothing of interest, however, and retreats back into the murk.

I find dead crabs and their shells often on the beach, strewn and littered upon the sand's skin, too far off from each other to have any bonds pre mortem. These shells and these corpses are some of the many debris which turned a previously silky beach into one of glass. Eyes gawk at any brave, or perhaps foolish, individual who decides to traipse across the beach sandal-less.

Sometimes it surprises me how the world grew to be such an assortment of landscapes and seascapes jumbled together in a cosmic party. Had its creator not known when to stop? Had he gone off on a tangent while creating mountains and ended up with volcanoes instead? These questions will never be answered and for now, we are forced to live in a world in which death and delusion run rampant. And we humans are in a constant tennis match against the devil, volleying both love and death across a small court which is our home.

It never hurts to daydream sometimes, even if the questions birthed in our imaginative breeding grounds will never live past childhood. The beach which I am on right now is one of many other degenerate beaches splintered on the globe. For all I know there may be another whom resides in a cancerous, frayed metropolitan city much like mine, and finds release in the washed atmosphere the beach has to offer. And perhaps the beach finds peace in its many human visitors, relieving it of the ocean's gluttony and the sand's endless party. It invites human guests to dance alongside its infinite cracked shells.

I believe this beach shines in its wreckage, and I'm sure it offers solace to more individuals despite its hard-skinned imperfections.
My first day of Flash-Fic-Month , and I decided to freestyle. :la: I'm satisfied with this one, and I hope you are too.

Nonfiction is a change for me. I hope it doesn't bore anyone terribly. :la:
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Undomiel321's avatar
Lovely imagery. I often feel the same way about the beach and the ocean, so I really enjoyed the relatability! Thanks for sharing this. Heart