The sea was flat, and heat claimed the night. Somewhere, a dog barked.
And her imagination painted smugglers onto the pale, empty sands.
Backstory: probably one of my microfics that I’m proudest of. It’s probably nearly 10 years old now. There is a longer story attached to this which still lives in my head. One day…
And the image? I made it to accompany the words. The image actually started life as a photograph (my photo), which I ran through the photoshop express app a few dozen times. Until I made the warm nighttime sea vibe I wanted.
Ree-Imagined Worlds 
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