I had expected to be alone on that shore.
It wasn’t that I was doing anything illegal. No drug smuggling, no digging up protected plants or stealing Little Tern eggs. I just didn’t want to be seen.
I didn’t want anyone asking questions… even silently with their eyes. I had something to bury, and they’d think me silly.
I turned my back to the walkers and crouched low in the dunes to scrab into the sand, to make a burial pit.
And in it I placed that small slip of paper.
I covered it, patted it, spread loose sand over it. Now no one would know it was there. My wish to Spirit to take away this debilitating illness.
crispina kemp 