Part 5

We came spluttering to the surface and crawled to shore

and waste no time looking for more. We head

straight for the glimmering rock pools, filled with

life unimaginable. The sunlight

dances on the surface of the pools, hiding

their contents under tiny, gold crested waves,

until you’re bearing down on top of them.

Sinking your hand in, blissfully unaware

that something might bite and nick the skin of

your thumb. Unaware that blood would start to

spill from the stinging wound and mix with the

gilded water in the pool  – dulling it

to a murky bronze. Unaware that something

hides in the dark, waiting to be disturbed.





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