The warnings came just after the sea retreated. The wet sheet of sand was naked for half a mile. Colorful shells glistened like enticing jewels. Lured by the sudden exotic resplendence, they ran barefoot. They paid no heed. Even when I hollered about the foamy dark curls at a distance. I ran when I saw it coming. My lungs felt on fire. The wall of salty water came with an unrelenting fury. Preyed upon the souls that trusted it. Drowned the echoes of my screams with a loud hiss. Corpses floated like logs while the black wave continued to surge.
Christa Loughrey
2/2/2024 10:10:17 am
I rather suspect that the Tsunami could not be outrun, either - the last moments of the shell-seekers would have been happier than the futile attempt to outrun the wave. Good little illustration of the moments before it hit.
Paul Freeman
2/2/2024 05:01:03 pm
I read somewhere, long ago, about this happening with the Boxing Day Tsunami. People ran down to collect the suddenly stranded fish.
Mimi Grouse
3/2/2024 07:22:08 am
This is so visual it's breathtaking. Comments are closed.
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