As large and smooth as the rocks jutting through the sand, sleek and blue-black as polished granite on top; fleshy and white underneath, they were found on beaches within days of each other, their long, beakish mouths agape in now endless smiles. Seven metres nose to tail, lying inert near to the poster-paint splash of beach huts, they were sighted by dog walkers from the cliffs. Minke whales, roaming their sea pastures like cows in fields, grazing on the season’s herring, gashed by boats and floating ashore already dead. The council hopes the sea will wash them away by morning.
100-Word Fiction: ‘Beaches’
Published by MW Bewick
Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. Books including Pomes Flixus, The Orphaned Spaces and Scarecrow are available from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com View more posts
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