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Cockfight

by Myfanwy Collins

All that was left of the hermit crab was its shell. She’d enjoyed watching it scrabble around. Liked to think it was happy there with her but perhaps it had been desperate for food or escape. Maybe it had dried into dust and blown away. She picked up the shell and examined the interior. Lifted it to her ear.

Where did you go? she asked.

Yonder, the shell whispered. (more…)