This week I am off to St. Louis on Friday, so I'm posting my #Fridayfictioneers 100 word piece a bit early. Am I always early or late? No, once or twice I've done it on Friday! But summer is a time of travel, so dates must bend and sway to accommodate my schedule. Do visit Madison Woods' blog to read more and join in to Friday Fictioneers. She always welcomes new Friday fictioneer writers!
I would like criticism and/or comments. Cheers, Laura
On the beach below Nobska Lighthouse we built a fire. In flat pan with an inch of water and a
handful of Fucus seaweed strewn around rested dozens of Cherrystones,
small clams in white shells, tightly closed. We put the pan on the fire.
Mickey and Royce capered around doing cartwheels while Zooey and I melted
butter with a squeeze of fresh lemon in it. As soon as the clams opened into butterflies, we snatched
them off the fire, pulled out the meat, dunked it into the butter/lemon mix,
and ate a bite of heaven. The
shells went back into the water.
