to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Things began to happen, and perhaps no one would have expected it quite so quickly. The knob of off-white hues, rounded, beaten down, and worn at the top, found and spotted by With the crabs gone, and the sea turtle hastened off to its own merits, Sunjata’s movements further down the beach served him well. In a matter of moments, he would find something – though it had a distinct sparkle, a hint of sheen to it – perhaps hinting that it couldn’t be bone. Whether or not it would be worth investigating would be up to the Flood.
And then, despite Melita’s predilection towards the golden, gilded veneer, hands and shovel and vines orchestrated towards its metallic layers – she only succeeded in snagging at its filaments. When she raised her hand to the morning light, there sat only a piece of some old handle, perhaps from a hairbrush or a mirror. “Darn,” she muttered, thinking to kick at the water, but thinking better of it. Instead, she mustered a breath, dragging herself out of the water to place the scrap in a pile of debris, to be collected and disposed of later.
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Aurelia might have found a bone! She can call the others over, or keep digging herself!
Sunjata has found something shiny!
Melita’s efforts are in vain – she’s found a piece of an old handle.
PQ will move on when everyone has posted!
to be the sun
MELITA
