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A Flash Fiction – Print.

The storm has battered the cove. Now, in the eerie calm, I walk onto the shingle. Rockslip has embedded the beach with shards of seething rock, shattered, splintered and sorrowful.

I step amongst the fallen, and then, as if shining under seaspray, it is revealed to me.

On a canvas of rock, in the first-seen gaze, is confessed the presence of a long-dead creature.

I place my hand inside the humming tridactyl span, and millions of years crash away. I dissolve into atoms, spinning across the cosmos, crackling into the electro-soup.

As I swirl, so shushes the cold, implacable sea.

Simon Gary is the author of the darkly comic novels “Gone to the Dogs” and “Thryke: The Man That Nobody Knew.”