Between the water and the wall was the beach. A mass of stones layering into a finer and finer selection of pebbles. Then finally sand. The largest of these stones bore the heat of the day and on such a stone, warmed now from beneath and above, sat Fleck; a tiny creature; a human being.
Fleck sat sunning himself as the water lapped the distant pebbles further down the beach where land finally gives way to sea and the pebbles plunge beneath the foaming waves where they are turned and turned and made smooth. Only then are they thrown back up onto the land into the sun-light where they warm themselves from the coolness of the sea.
As Fleck sat gazing into the distance the distance drew closer and soon the water was lapping at his toes. At first he liked this but then he felt trapped his back against the wall, the water pervading him. All around licking him softly. He tightened to its embrace his back against the wall, the beach all gone. But the water kept on. It took him and he overwhelmed by its caresses finally went with it.
Time passed and gradually the water retreated. The beach was back in view glistening with water as the sun shone down. And there lying on the largest stone where before Fleck had rested, was a tiny baby. A baby soft and vulnerable and as volatile as the changing waters from out of which she had come.
Her mother was the sea. Her father the land. Yet now as she lay there on the stone it was the sun that breathed life into her.
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