Squiggles
Where the water hadn't washed it smooth, the beach was decorated with meaningless drawings and mounds of sand and shells, like sandcastles made by a particularly dim child. In the distance, they could see a khalamari kid busily scribbling just beyond the reach of the waves.
"That must be the infamous monster Morrie wants," Eight said, looking doubtfully at the parchment in his hand.
"Doesn't look too threatening." Angelo tested the tension of his bowstring. "Still..." he smiled at Jessica, "a kiss for luck?"
"In your dreams."
The smile became a smirk. "My dreams are much more interesting than that."
Written for 101 Kisses. Theme: #70 - Castles in the Sand
