It darts out of the metre-deep beach burrow. Rotating stalked eyes at the pirouetting gulls, the white-clawed ghost crab steals a glance at its predators and envies their carefree squawking. ‘So easily do they make friends’, the crab gasps while risking the daylight it usually avoids. Although the hard-shelled creature has changed its colour to match the sand, it still retreats back to the safety of its solitary haven.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.