Crab Delight

I was alone on the beach, alone with my thoughts and the sound of the waves.

At first alone had been a delight, an experience, something I desired and revelled in. But now alone was alone and my desires travelled elsewhere.

I hadn't noticed them in previous wanderings. Maybe the tide was just right, the sun setting at just the correct angle. Maybe I had been to cuaght up in my own mind. Maybe I was just so desperate for another being. But I noticed them this night.

Crabs. Scurrying, busy, dilligent crabs. Crabs that took home in the tiny shells that littered the beach amongst the stones and sands. Crabs that fed on miniscule morsels. crabs that congregated, a dozen of them, on a fallen flower. Crabs so small I could have held and army in the palm of my hand.

I was no longer alone.