100-Word Fiction: ‘Beaches’

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.

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Author: mwbewick

MW Bewick is a writer, journalist and musician, based in Wivenhoe and sometimes London. He is one half of Dunlin Press.