ON THE BEACH

HANDO SIGHED, KICKING AT THE WET SAND WITH

THE TOE OF ONE COMBAT BOOT.  NO SHELLS AGAIN

TODAY.  FOR HOURS NOW HE'D WALKED THE SHORELINE,

BUT OTHER THAN A BUSLOAD OF JAPANESE TOURISTS

TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS OF BLOOD, A BURNING CAR OR

TWO, AND A FLEEING WOMAN,THERE'D BEEN NOTHING OF INTEREST...ESPECIALLY NO SHELLS.  HOW COULD HE GO

HOME SHELL-LESS?  GRAN'MA WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND. 

NEVER.  HE SIGHED AGAIN. PERHAPS JUST A FEW MORE

MILES...PERHAPS THERE WOULD BE A SHELL OR TWO?

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