Once upon a time, the sun smiled over the soft, warm beach.
Little Sandy, the ghost crab, danced in the sunbeams.
But quick! What do we see? Footprints together, alone, together...
Leading where? Nowhere? Somewhere? Just there.
The wind whispered secrets, stories of yesterdays.
Sandy hoped for footprints that stopped. But they never did.
What stories do you think they tell, these wandering whispers?