Oystercatcher Tide Pools Midwest indigo.

Her eyes and nose burned even after the saltwater finished its evacuation. She gagged and spat, trying not to retch all over again at the horrible cocktail of salt and stomach acid currently coating her mouth. Towhee tried to blink her vision clear so she could locate some freshwater, stat.

She glanced at the lurking stranger again, though she didn’t catch whatever he yelled. Towhee wiped at her face—eyes, nose and mouth—and instantly regretted it when she managed to smear gritty sand in all her orifices.

Shitting fuck, she muttered, shaking her head and taking a half-blind step forward.