A purple high heel shoe lies forgotten in the sand, half-buried near the breaking of the waves. The brushed leather reflects the morning sunlight.
A small child walks nearby. Under the watchful eye of his mother, the little boy approaches it and takes it in his hands. She reprimands him from under the parasol: that’s dirty honey, put it down. His attention shifts to a seagull hopping in the sand.
Who are you? Please NO
He drops the shoe and runs after the funny bird.