SETTING: Exterior, a rocky beach. Calm surf. Dim morning light. You try to remember sitting here with Her. You try to remember the first time She brought you here. You feel yourself sink into the mud. The cold water soaks into your clothes. You do not remember how you got here. A single figure stands in the distance, unmoving. Two voices are heard.
You had the dream again?
Yes.
Better or worse than the ones where you're drowning?
Different. Barely.
Have you figured out what it means yet?
Are you going to tell me?
No. I want you to describe it to me again.
And that will help me understand?
Are you under the impression that I'm here to help you understand?
this is an excerpt from my forthcoming novella, Nearshore. it is about grief and crabs and the end of the world. I hope you like it