Dead Things at the Beach

There was a massive storm the other night. The wind picked up while Andy was driving me back from work. Handfuls of sand, rubbish bins, were blown across the road in front of us. At home we watched our next door neighbours' washing as it was torn, literally, from the washing line and blown up the drive way. It reminded me of home. *sigh* All along the beach the next day were the casualties. A vista of death if you will, baking, reeking in the sun. And with it, schoolchildren, squealing at still heaving squid, limbs of starfish torn asunder, crabs sprawled amongst seaweed and abalone. It was very dramatic.