One lonely seagull, late to the feast, strolls along the water’s edge looking for any leftover snacks from beach parties. Most nights there are bonfires; humans drink and eat and there are always bits of food it can scavenge. It looks back to the blackened wood standing, still triumphant, even though burned. A few other wooden figures left, abandoned to be broken down and cleaned up by the seaside garbage truck. It’s a sad, but usual sight, the seagull thinks, humans use and discard everything, probably mindless of the tragedy of it all. It spies some crumbs and moves on.
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100 words
1 November 2024
The Bag Lady 
Wonderful and thoughtful prose, Cheryl. Humans are such garbage generators…
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The gulls on my beach don’t wait until everyone’s gone, they just dive down and grab whatever they can!
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😀
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A commentary by a seagull, great use of the bird.
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Thanks for stopping by
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The “seaside garbage truck” was an arresting and uncomfortable image
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The trash on beaches is very uncomfortable
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Now that’s a very intelligent sea gull! I like the contrast painted here – a sea gull scavenging for food whereas humans keep discarding thing without much thought. Great take, Cheryl
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Thank you!
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Nicely done Cheryl! ❤
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Nice one Cheryl.
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Cheryl, good prose. I like the focus on the gull and its stream of consciousness. A cousin to Jonathan Livingston perhaps?
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I haven’t thought of that book for a long time
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