Shoreline

This is a work of erotic fiction, intended for the enjoyment of adults.  Minors are advised not to follow the link.

Miss–

That jagged, graceful bolt of shell on your pillow is called a lightning whelk. You may have felt its horns under your toes last night, when you dug them into the sand. I brought it back with us; it knows our secret. Put it to your ear now, and hear the waves, and remember. Continue reading