The small, jagged piece of glass had cut a half-moon shaped hole into Ed's left foot. The blood had an almost smile-shape to it, and two indents near the middle of his foot bottom almost appeared to be squinting, laughing eyes. How a piece of glass had made it all the way to this island without having every edge of it softened by the water and tides was beyond Ed. He stuck his foot in the water at the edge of the shore and rubbed it with a little seaweed to clear off the sand and blood. Checking to make sure no glass was left inside the wound, his face pressed close to his foot, he noticed the lighting suddenly changed around him, dimmer, and as the water from the shoreline suddenly pulled back, a large wave above Ed paused in mid air and then crashed down upon him. Startled, Ed rolled around in the wave, the sand and rocks of the shore swirling with him, the sand and rocks as disrupted as he was.
Posted by nft at June 18, 2004 06:48 PM