Flash fiction piece | 300 words
There are holes now, where there were none before.
Gaping spherical gashes like dimples on the otherwise unblemished beach. A natural wonder perhaps? In between the holes no sandcastle ruins nor litter from the sunbathers – no sunbathers even – are present. A natural wonder that is so very perversely unnatural. It is the stench of carcasses that is the tell; the gulls smell it from their heights and they stay away. It permeates from those vast pin prick holes.
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