At the Sea Shore

“You told me you would help me forget, to get over the pain. Why are we at the sea shore? Why?”

This is the beach where forgotten insults go. Look there, the waves are bringing more.

“You think coming here will help me? How?”

If anyone casts insults at you do not pay heed to them. The insults wash up here. These dunes are new but tall, full of forgotten insults.

“I think I get it. We should leave. This place gives me the creeps.”

c. Lemuel

02 June 2018

Short Fiction

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