Seashell of Life

Getting this in just under the wire. Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers! ๐Ÿ™‚

 

PHOTO PROMPT ยฉ Sandra Crook

Seashell of Life

In between the scallop and conk is my life-shell. I wore it on a strand of kelp until the monster of the deep pursued me. Why does that woman who paints pictures want it?

If it were my birth-night and full moon, I could walk onto the sand and reclaim it. The gods decided for our safety our ability to walk should come infrequently.

Yesterday, Eurybia scolded me: โ€œYou risk your life on seaweed.โ€

But I canโ€™t abide human metals.

The painter holds my life.

โ€œHoney, I want to mix my paints, can you grind up the shells for me?โ€

 

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Sascha Darlington

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