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All Alone

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My points stick in the hot, wet, salty sand. My movement is slowed. I would leave if it weren’t for the waves. Waves of cold, salted water wash over my points and half way up my slenders every thirty seconds. As the water recedes my points sink deeper into the sand. I have to pull each of my four points out one at a time before I can continue my walk along Earth’s largest ocean’s East coast. If I move away from the water the sand becomes unbearable, not just the heat, but it feels like it is rubbing the purple fur from my slenders. I want to stop walking but I have nowhere to go and if I stop I’ll have to admit my defeat and that makes my center orifice drip the green slobber. A wooden structure presents itself. Fifty foot wide, half a mile long, and twenty feet above my head – the pier runs from the edge of the beach and into the Ocean, there is shade underneath. The shade is cool. The sand is cold. I find a place just above the waters reach, clear it of seaweed with my laser, pull up my slenders and lean against a skinned tree trunk. I fall into sleep almost instantly. I dream of the home world, so far away, so unachievable.pier

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Author: assumptionisfaith

david blankenship is the author of three books "Randolph W. Owens, missing on Bright Island" (a science fiction novel), "Herb" (a children's book), "Jack's second Life" (contemporary fiction) and several short stories. The books are for sale on Amazon's Kindle and published in paperback by Create Space.

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