Fat grey crab sat squat on damp grey sand. Dank haze-figure surfaced shimmering from the beyond-shore. Scuttle crouch hide. Kicked up sand, cursed the waves, it did. Hurled stones at unfeeling sea. Came closer. Crunch, crush, quick. Sea-spray shouting, screaming, stomping. Scuttle crouch hide. Ember-eyes searching. Finding. Scuttle crouch die.
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One Hundred Short Stories
Short Story(But you and I both know in harmony that I will not get to one hundred)
