sand in my machina

Paul picked up a shell from the sandy beach shore. It was a glistening pearl colour, with streaks of blue and red that swirled around the curved surface. It reminded him of the colour of dusk; not quite sunrise and not quite night. He held the shell to his ear, and sure enough, there was that familiar swirling sound that reminded him of the ocean. He thoughtfully took the shell away from his ear… and he could still hear the ocean. He was only standing a metre from the water line, after all. He dropped the shell and went out for tacos.