THE TIDEWATER CLAM
August 24, 2014
The tidewater clam made a final entry in its journal. Scooting from the table, it approached the knife case hanging on the wall, withdrew its favorite cutter, and abandoned its abode for the beach. Grimly it scudged along toward the meadow whipgrass flailing in the wind. Its final destination was the little shanty tucked in the dunes. The tidewater clam made entry at long and at last in the depth of night. The silence was pierced by an anguished cry of ‘Nooooooo!’ The next morning there was no longer a shanty tucked in the dunes. Instead, a pile of ashes and a few charred bones made silent appeal to the gray frowning sky.
