MONTHLY PROMPT

The ocean was quiet now. Too quiet for Mysie’s liking.   The tide had drawn back to reveal the aftermath of the False Whale’s rampage. A shoreline that once lined with pale shells and glittering sand are now buried under the thick black sludge. Shattered corals and unrecognizable debris clung to the beach, and the faint scent of brine mixed with something acrid.   Mysie wrinkled her nose as her paws sank into the muck, “Ugh, I swear the se...