A Day At The Beach.

The sun rose almost as quickly as it disappeared under the tropical sunset. Footprints in the sand were left and as each tide receded, covering the tracks of what was once there. Among the the salty ocean air, a pungent stench of rotting sun-burned flesh loomed. Organs laid on the beach like decorations, blood like lemonade. Corpses lounged on their chairs, their flesh ravaged and stripped from their bones by seagulls. Summer time smiles were replaced by crimson face paint. Crooked looks of macabre and hubris complimented the summer time beach blankets. The only thing that appeared to be alive was the tide.. In the distance. a large tail claimed to had been seen, dancing across the top of the water like "a pebble thrown from a child."

April 23, 2005