A Taste for the Sea

Something burbled in the seafoam. A shadow swam over rough stone and waving clumps of anemone. A flash of mottled cinnabar flesh darted to new cover.

Dirty fingers plunged into the foam, yanked a wriggling vermillion octopus from the tidepool. Tentacles sped down the tanned wrist, sought for purchase and escape. Swiftly, Ofelia brought the creature to her mouth, bit down hard on the salty bulb of a head. It seized, limpened. The red drained from it's flesh, became white.

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