An abandoned coast. Skeletons of ships drawing spindling shadows in the sea mist, their bodies creaking as the waves slosh heavily against them.
A cove, dark as an open maw. The haunt of something within. Something that drags its prey through the icy saltwater and across slick rocks into a hollow reeking of brine and rot.
But further inside that fetid place, it is said something twinkles gold. And that's where the trouble begins.
Paddy Dobson
18th April 2022