The sea was retreating, the water pulling back from the shore, baring the wet lines from the earlier tides. She stood there, smelling the salt in the air. The skies were gloomy, her mood more so. She needed to wet her feet to feel the tug of the tides to calm herself.
She took a step forward and the sea drew back more. She was surprised but put another foot on the sand. The water slipped further away.
"What do you want?" she asked the stillness around.
Only the sound of the waves responded.
She retreated a step. The sea swelled.
Another step forward. The sea backed.
Retreat.
Advance.
Advance.
Retreat.
It was a fun game, she thought. It was almost as if they were in a tug of war - the sea and her. Back and forth they went till she was laughing, the distant skies echoing that jingle of joy.
"Will you be my friend?" she whispered curiously.
A shell washed up near her feet - the purest shade of white. It gleamed just as sunlight broke through the layer of clouds.
"Peace offering?" she frowned at the seas.
The waves came rushing, flooding her feet with the cool white froth in response.
***
"Some games are not meant to be won, just enjoyed."
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Short Little Shorties 3
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