We bob like clumsy flotsam on the surface, neoprene wrapped, tank-backed, weighted and waiting for the sign to descend, to exhale and...

The salt tang memory reaches out its tendrils, wraps itself around her, pulls and she is breathless on the shore. Swirled round by salt...

Out of the ocean they came, rising from the surf: stealthy crabs, unfolding their giant legs like scaffolding poles. Silently, they stole...