Shallows

By Noah Medlock


Long before dawn, the mudlark traipsed along the estuary.

The black water of the shallows reflected back the infinite strangenesses of the stars.

A wet eye gleamed in the murk. Was it a fishy or a dolly? The mudlark couldn’t tell. But she would love it forever.

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