Iktome Plains auxesia

The ocean waters beyond the plains were a lullaby sung by an angry Mother Rain.

Fear was too strong a word for what brewed within his narrow chest. Caution, perhaps, fitted him a touch better in how he skirted just out of reach from waves. From here he could see for miles beyond himself both inland and out towards where the waters churned — as if they might reach for him by force.

He was thankful for the bronze statue of distraction. Sunlight on sands, athletic as if she didn't fear the waters like he did. He could have convinced himself she was a mirage of his loneliness and that if he watched for long enough she would return to the sandy earth.

Out here in the open there would be no place to hide and watch, to wait and see. He was on display as much as her, for better or for worse.