Desolation

PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin

(Friday Fictioneers:  photo prompt credit:  Lucy Fridkin)

Bleak. Colorless. Lonely.

The sea had finally calmed its temper and receded to its normal boundaries. It had left no life behind. Not even the gulls were ready to risk their lives yet.  Maybe when the sun rose the next day, but not yet.

Detritus from the tsunami littered the hard-packed sand, broken bits and pieces of the unidentifiable  residue that such a storm always left. Utter stillness had followed that roar of the wave as it rushed toward shore, rearing its mighty body to consume the helpless landscape.

Nothing, no one, disturbed the silence.

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