She's been beach combing for hours, hunting for unique shells along the tide line, putting dead ones in her bag, throwing the live ones back into the sea. As she turns to start her trek back, she stumbles over the sharp spires of a lightning whelk.
Whatever lived in the shell has vacated it, leaving an unobstructed view of the smooth, pink walls. Holding a hand against her left ear, she lifts the shell to her right, waiting to hear the rush of wind and water.
Instead, a voice emanates from the shell.
What does it say?
This is your prompt, should you choose to accept it. Come back and share a link to your work in the comments.
2 comments:
Finally remembered to catch this prompt before it closes! I've been trying to get it for a few months now. I hope that you enjoy my offering!
https://martha0stout.wordpress.com/2014/08/06/one-voice-many-speakers/
Not something I was expected. Thanks for joining up! :)
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