A WARM SUCCULENT breeze of citrus and lemons mingled with the sharp, briny tang of the sea. Delighted, Anath splashed in the shallows along the shore. Pristine as sugar, the fine white sand served as a safe and welcoming haven for the two-year-old.
The water mirror shattered; her chubby fingers broke the rippling cerulean glass. Small minnows, snalls, and anemones shivered in their broken reflections, as clear as if only a warped lens stood between Anath’s toes and the creatures at the bottom of the tidal pool.
Written: 30 July 2014
Word count: 87