The constant roar and crash of the surf, the breakers rolling in and the ocean’s depths sucking them back out, faded to their lowest volume. It was low tide and wide swaths of pristine sand were left exposed to the setting sun, making the beach seem larger and more elegant than normal. But there was only one there to notice the beauty as the water moved out and night settled in and he wasn’t interested in the aesthetics at all.
His body felt the final drop in vibrations as the water reached the furthest point from him it would, and his ears registered the the diminished sound. His internal clock started ticking, counting down the hours he had to find food and shelter before low tide turned back into high tide.
He did not give any thought or consideration to the orange horizon, the long stretches of white sand, the gradual rolling transition of colors across the heavens, or the majestic puffs of clouds adding their perspective and focus to the occasion. No, Mr. Crab had room in his mind for nothing but the basic survival instincts that had seen him outlast every friend and lover he had every known.
Poking his head out of his grand shell, he let his setae taste the gentle on-shore breeze and get a feel for his surroundings. Then, when he was certain he was alone, he scurried towards the water all the while letting the clock in his mind run its course. He knew he could move faster if he dropped the shell, but he would only leave his shelter behind if he had no other option, if his time was running out and he hadn’t eaten enough or wouldn’t make it back out of reach of the crushing waves.
The sun set and the world awaited the arrival of the moon. In the interim, Mr. Crab feasted well and retreated beyond the reach of high tide to recover from his exertions and prepare to do it all again when the cycle of the tides repeated.
I don’t know… I feel like I’ve written so many things about sunsets and sunrises and beautiful landscapes recently that I wanted to do something a bit different. So, I saw the shell and decided it should be a crab story. And what you just read is a result of where that thought took me. Slightly funny? Less dark than a lot of my posts have been recently?
What did you think?
And, what do you see when you look at the picture? Why don’t you play along with this week’s Once More With Feeling picture prompt! Write it, link it, post it!