Saturday, November 19, 2005
Short Story #1
Meanwhile, Carmen sunned himself lazily on the beach in the Tahitian sun. The waves lapped around his legs. Soft music from a phonograph drifted from one of the nearby huts. He had laid there all morning without a care in the world. He didn't even bat an eye when a seagull pecked hungrily at his soft underbelly. He didn't care, because he was a crab and had been dead for two days.