Wheeling Gull Isle mouhai

rebuffed by a harsh stream of water, ava shrieked. heda was quick to action, securing the clam in her hold. 

she pried the hard shell open, revealing a string of meat anchored to each end of the shell. ava approached this cautiously, eyes squinting in anticipation of a second burst of saltwater. 

before long, a game was made of it: who could collect the most clams, who could pry them open faster? mother and daughter worked together — ava securing, heda prying — until a small bounty was prepared for sweetharbor.