DEBRIS

zoiodlula

The waves cascade forth.

Carrying their baggage to shore.

Debris of life gone by.

Muted colors of the pink sky.

Seaweed tickles my toes.

Shells crunch beneath my heels.

A display of humanity.

Sprinkled through soft the sand.

CLEAR THE WAY

Source:tunguska-rdm

The waves roll in.

Not softly.

But with a bang.

A barrage of water.

To lift debris away.

To clear the way.

For The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME