The pill bugs had formed a pentagram of beach trash, mostly delicate bones of birds & fish. It was about the size of a quarter. They kept adjusting it and adding to it as I watched, horrified, yet fascinated.
I was so engrossed in the mysterious antics of the little woodlice that I didn't even notice the man who'd joined me watching, until he spoke.
"Amazing aren't they?" He said, his voice deep, but warm. 1/18
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"Oh yes." I managed --but then felt obligated to add. "But something here is very abnormal."
The man had been focused on the roly polies, but now looked to me-- he was a plain man in a black suit with a black tie. He even wore a fedora.
A frown creased his pale face.
"You think something is wrong?" #story #writing 2/