Small stone – Coast

Wild winds. Grey-brown water churned by the promise of a storm. Waves, crested with white foam, lap at the pebble shore. Their movement is heavy and carries threat, and menace. The Sea is still toying, prodding the coast, poking it firmly. But that can change in an instant…

About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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One Response to Small stone – Coast

  1. SM Jenkin says:

    Atmospheric, works well. First three sentences are full of energy, and I love the threat implied int he last two sentences.

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