Six p.m.
Eighty-five degrees when I hit the beach. I bob like a lobster bouy. Watch
clouds redden. Plan dinner. The cormorants, perched in tiers on the rocks, keep
sending out scouts. Damned seagulls circle above me. I know what they’re
thinking.
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I really hate seagulls. I know what they're thinking too, and it's not pretty.
ReplyDeleteNothing having to do with seagulls ever is pretty. Thanks, Tara!
DeleteI felt the sun on my head, the sting of salt and burn on my shoulders and the cawing of those birds. Time to swim towards shore?
ReplyDeleteAs always, this was excellent.
I have a feeling you're well attuned to the beach these days, Kir! lol Thank you so much : )
DeleteWhat a fun response to the challenge!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it! Thank you, Swoosieque!
DeleteI love your description of the cormorants. That's exactly what they do.
ReplyDeleteI can spend hours watching the cormorants. Thanks for the love, Stacie!
DeleteWhen I think of seagulls, I always think of the movie Finding Nemo, where the seagulls just say, "Mine?". Loved this!
ReplyDeleteWhenever I see seagulls, I hear them saying to me: "Mine! Mine? Mine!" lol Thanks for the love, Tina!
DeleteThank you so much, Jo-Anne!
ReplyDeleteThis was so much fun!! Like TMW, I have vivid pictures of the seagulls in Finding Nemo screaming Mine! Mine! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it Kathy! Thanks for the love.
DeleteHah! Good one. You made me smile!
ReplyDeleteOoohhh I love causing a smile : ) Thank you, Susan!
DeleteA couple of weeks ago I was riding my bicycle down by the bay in the morning and I looked up at some power lines. Eighteen baby blue herons were sitting there. Normally that perch is jealously guarded by the cormorants. I guess herons are more assertive. Nice one Kymm.
ReplyDeleteHmmm I love seeing the cormorants lined up on the rocks, but I'd happily exchange them for blue herons. And the seagulls can eat the pigeons and then die of food poisoning in the parking lot.
DeleteThanks, Thom!
Hah this really did make me laugh! Reminds me of this old fella who used to always come around and hit on my grandma, so proud of his "Damn Seagulls" hat.
ReplyDeleteHaha I knew one of those who wore and admiral's cap and frantically searched the horizon whenever my friend's mother went swimming.
DeleteSo glad it made you laugh. Thank you, Celeste!
I love the rhythm of this--the words themselves and the free-flowing thoughts while floating in the water. Great answer to the Question!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely comment, and I am so pleased you find the answer 'great' : ) Thanks for the love, Jennifer!
DeleteVery evocative, Kymm! There is also a rhythm to it, like Jennifer said. Great take.
ReplyDeleteOohh, glad you liked the rhythm. Thanks, TIZ!
DeleteLoved the tiered cormorants. Made a pretty picture in my head. The idea of lobsters made me think the narrator was sun-burned too.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you got it all. Thanks for the love, Nate!
DeleteI really liked how you started with short, to-the-point phrases, then drifted over into something more poetic with the line about the cormorants. Great piece, Kymm!
ReplyDeleteGotta go for the poetry, always : ) Even though no one mentioned the title...
DeleteThank you, Christine!
Short, direct sentences. Loved this!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the love, BB!
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Laith!
DeleteSuch a beautiful picture, apart from those seagulls. And you pack so much in to the time spent at the beach, as well as your piece.
ReplyDeleteOh, seagulls aren't so bad when they're not drooling over you... Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Sarah Ann!
DeleteSinister seagulls. Great work!
ReplyDeleteHehe. Thank you, LHN!
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