Salt by erin

He licked the salt crystal off her neck.
Couldn't resist.

Face-down in the sand dunes as the early morning sun rose.
The sea glittered the same harsh light as the salt gleaming off her back.

He felt sick. But there she was. Drawing him close.

Why was he here again? The surfboard bobbed on the sanddunes. Oh yes. He wanted to help here. A naked half buried body on the beach. He tried to get up.

'Miss- are you alright?'

Her laboured breathing stop. She turned around to look at him.
Gleaming eyes. Sharp teeth. Cut cheeks.
Wait gills?

She smiled as she dragged him

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Galen over 13 years ago

Hah! Intriguing start.

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