Hermits Anon

by Nichelle
(Hemet, CA)

44. Create a made-up story using the following words: beach, Frisbee, crab, and sunscreen.


Cas stared down the small red creature, it's pincers clicking every now and then threateningly. This was the first time Cas had ever been to the beach and of all the goings-on throughout the area this crab was what he found most interesting. He was sat on a towel just a few short feet away from the ecapod crustacean, pale skin covered in a thick layer of sunscreen, eyes narrowed in a battle of wills between himself and the crab.

Click. Click.

Cas wasn't sure why the crab found him a threat, as he had just been sitting here out of the way of the ruffians throwing footballs, Frisbee's or other dangerous objects that could have otherwise hit him in the face at any moment. He was hiding, if you will, out of the way of everything and everyone when he had noticed the other creature. He seemed to be attempting to get away from everyone as well. Cas could relate. It was a circus out here.

"You too, huh?" He leaned back on his towel, attempting to look as non-threatening as possible.

Click.

"Well I wont cause any trouble if you won't." he said reasonably, or as reasonably as you can sound when talking to a crab.

Click. Skitter. Shuffle. Shuffle.

A sidelong look revealed that his shelled companion had buried itself, just his eyes visible in the pile of sand beside his towel. As long as the creature didn't pinch him, Cas was content to leave him be.