Lorena kicks a wet starfish across the sand. It skids past her boots. The creature stops at the foaming edge of a wave.
She crouches to inspect its spiky surface. The tide pulls back, leaving tiny bubbles popping softly against the shore.
Lorena picks up a smooth white shell. She holds it to her ear. The ocean roars inside like a distant trumpet.
She tilts her head, searching for a quieter sound. A small crab scuttles out from under a nearby driftwood log.
The crab pinches the edge of Lorena’s shoelace with its claw. She tugs gently, but the crab holds fast.
The crab waves one tiny pincer in protest. Lorena smiles, amused by the stubborn little visitor.
The tide surges forward, washing over her feet. The starfish slips toward the deep blue water.
Lorena grabs the starfish just as it slips away. The crab releases her shoe and retreats into the sand.
Lorena places the starfish back on the dry, warm sand. She watches it extend its arms slowly.
A gentle breeze ruffles her hair as she smiles. The salty air feels fresh and clean.
She breathes in the salty air. The sun shines brightly on the wet sand, sparkling like diamonds.
Lorena turns to leave, waving goodbye to the shore. The crab watches from its hiding spot.
The starfish settles into the sand, safe and dry. The tide begins to recede slowly.
Lorena skips along the path, her boots crunching softly on the gravel. She hums a happy tune.
She looks back once at the shimmering sea. The day was full of small, wonderful discoveries.
The sun dips lower, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Lorena walks home.