On a beach north of San Francisco, milk was putrefying in the trailer of a refrigerated truck that had long ago run out of batteries, and the wind was drying up my eyeballs. I walked unsteadily across the sand, feeling like someone else’s mirage.
I tripped on a rocky flat and fell to my knees. My face reflected in the tidepool eyed me with scorn. Beyond it, a limpet clung to a stone ledge. With tenderness, I reached toward it from behind. Weakly, it yielded. In my palm, it was the color of sickly yolk. Its face was curious and good-natured.
With my knife, I carved it away from its shell and held it until it stopped moving.
Kim Carson Bodie is an American journalist living on unceded Whadjuk Noongar Boodja land. She has worked a lot of odd jobs and lived a lot of odd places. This is her creative debut. You can find Kim on Instagram @all.is.gravy and she recommends you donate to buglife if you don't want to end up like the characters in this story.