Okay, more data entry.
Shall we start a #ChainStory today? Something with a spooky theme, perhaps?
I'm thinking one line at a time, with each person adding more chaos, intrigue, adventure, and shivers to the last.
This opener is inspired by M.R. James and @JGSchaeffer ❤️:
"After my last visit to the coast, where we cast my grandfather's ashes into the wind atop a cliff he'd walked every day for half a century, the ocean followed me wherever I would roam."
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I'd feel the tickle of water lapping at my heels, and occasionally the briny scent of salt water, but if I looked down, there was nothing there.
@misterfive @MLClark @JGSchaeffer
I had had this experience once before, years ago.
I'd been a child then, and my parents never believed me when I said I'd waded with my grandfather into the water by his home, in my dreams.
@MLClark @EileenKCarpenter @misterfive
Back then the experience had been--if not comforting--at least comfortable; now the ocean was hungry, the salt stinging my skin as the waves tasted my ankles.
(Edit: sorry didn't see the one line requirement earlier)
@MLClark @EileenKCarpenter @misterfive
Its appetite mirrored my own as I sat, contemplating the usefulness of the spare pelvic bone I held in my left hand.
@arthurpendragon @MLClark @EileenKCarpenter
The waves and the beach sand had tumbled the pelvic bone until it was as polished and smooth as any piece of beach glass.
@misterfive @arthurpendragon @MLClark
I gazed out over the water, to the river's mouth, disgorging from its estuary into the area of the sea the district attorney often called, "Mako Alley" in his closing statements when he was trying a murder trial without a body.
@EileenKCarpenter @misterfive @MLClark
When the ocean claims me at last, when it fulfills the curse Grandfather uttered with his last breath, I will be taken into its depths; my bones will tumble and merge with those of my victims and one day be found, polished and smooth as beach glass.