Congratulations Jeffrey! Last week, the word was “slur.” I really thought we’d have a lot more drunks entering the fray . . . apparently, they were off drinking. Regardless, there were some great sober entries.
Face down in the sand, awoken by a dwarfed size thunderstorm, a slurry of sand fleas dancing with an exuberant annoyance, beached kelp-pods be the attractive culprit.