The sun’s blaze simmers on my skin like frying bacon on a summer morning
Children walk along the shore with optimism
Watching the waves rush in like they have something important to say
They crash all throughout the day
The seashells stay hidden in the moist sand
Waiting to be discovered
They sit, each one waiting to be rented
They sit each one a potential home for an ocean crawler
The shells are all rough and ridged
They each have stories
They each have a past
Take a look through my looking glass

Photo by -Jeffrey-

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  1. Jamil 2 years ago

    Hey Mack, I like your use of simile here, “The sun’s blaze simmers on my skin like frying bacon on a summer morning”. We really liked your rhymes, perhaps you could add some in the beginning and/or the middle? Nice rhyme, “past” and “glass” it was really catchy.

  2. Mary 2 years ago

    I really like this short story, all the references you made to different things like when the sun is hitting you like frying bacon. While i was reading i was imagining alot of the things you said, it was relaxing. Thank You

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