riptide.
@hsgijin
Today, the sun burned alone in a bright sky. Salt stung his nose and the light, which rippled off the peaks of waves, reflected into his eyes. Good weather today, he had thought, the beach would be nice right now.
Daewon laid there, covered up to his neck in sand, a light blue sunhat ontop his head. Neighborhood kids are mostly harmless, so he doesn’t mind them, and being buried alive didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time. He squinted and, surely, he could wiggle himself out of this. But the lethargy of his body convinced him, no, he might as well stay.
Until a line of small, dull-colored crabs marched his way. “Hello?” he greeted them, bemused as their small legs moved in tandem. They got closer, the little monsters hastening their pace as if they were soldiers on the attack. Only when one grabbed onto the rim of his sunhat did Daewon realize that, oh, there might be a problem.
He tried to shake the crab off. Vigorously, he shook his head to no success. The other crabs scuttled closer and he, in a panic, looked down the beach to the closest person he could see. When he squinted, Daewon began to recognize the figure and called out to him in an attempt to escape death by crab - without moving, that is.
“Son Gijin!” he yelled dryly, hoping to get his acquaintance's attention. “Over here!”