The Littlest Thing
Copyright© 2025 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 4
‘You must have been chased ashore at night.’
<I was ... how did you know?>
‘Really tired?’
<Exhausted>
‘Between midnight and 6 am?’
<Yes. How do you know?>
‘You landed at low tide and were buried when you fell asleep.
‘That’s the only way you could have been buried that deep in the sand. I’m the one who found you because I don’t use a beach rake. I use a rake I made out of scrap.’
<You sound ... disappointed.>
‘Leather is expensive ... and I thought I found a piece to make a bikini for one of the girls.’
SILENCE
A gap
The ‘piece of leather’ pondered the implications.
It Huffed.
<Huff>
I hemmed ... clearing my suddenly guilty throat.
HEM.
“Well ... I was.”
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