Low Tide

Perched on the side of a rocky cliff I could hear the ocean waves crash on the rocks below. The seagulls squawked as they circled above looking for an easy meal. In front of me I could see two slugs slowly sliding across my perch oblivious to the impending danger.

It was low tide, the day was dry and I shut my shell tight to save what water I had, but it would only last so long. Even the slugs were heading for cover out of the heat, slowly working their way toward the cool shade cast by the cliff above. I felt a gust of wind, there was a streak of white and one was gone. I looked up to the clouds to see the bird rise into the sky with its lunch. As the bird dropped from view a single white feather drifted down on the breeze and landed in front of me, by the remaining slug heading for cover out of the sun.

The sun blazed on above my shell was very hot I could feel my water beginning to dry up. I could hear the waves below, they sounded closer now. I prayed the water would hurry up on its trek up the cliffs to reach me. All I could think about was my rumbling stomach. I could nearly taste the salty plankton that the waves brought to me every day. I could feel my tongue swell in my shell and it was getting hard to breathe. I can’t breathe this dry air. I began to feel sleepy as the sun continued to shine above on the shimmering life giving waters of the sea. I took a last look around and noticed the snail was gone as I feel asleep.

I could feel cooling water rush over my shell waking me from my near deadly slumber. I opened my shell wide and drank in the water. I ate up the plankton and nutrients that have been washed in to the highest reaches of the tide, in no time I could breathe again.

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