Michele Feltman Strider@michelestrider@mastodon.social
A train ride will help you get your bearings. You sit on a bench seat and the engine begins to chug.
It's a lovely ride around the grounds, the midway lights dreamy in the fog. You duck as you enter a tunnel.
Glow-paint swirls jog by in the blacklight. The train rocks gently.
You exit the tunnel into bright daylight, the carnival swarming with fun-seekers.
The train continues on, beyond the midway, out to the shore, stopping at a tiny station/dinerette. Perfect waves caress the white beach.
Michele Feltman Strider@michelestrider@mastodon.social
You walk down the platform steps, out to the water's edge. The sea air is cool and seasoned with spray. You shiver, happily, looking down the broad, lonely beach.
Blue-green waves devour bone-white sand. The bright sky watches, indifferent. A seagull dives into the waves and emerges with her catch. She nods at you.
You notice the conch shell by your feet when starts to ring. You pick it up and answer, "Hello?"
"Are you one who seeks or who is sought?" a soft voice whispers like rain.