The denizens chew salt water taffy in Jamais vu, a civilization along the seashore.
Colorful fish swim with open puckered mouths and swarm after salt crackers where the land meets the blue-green sea. Pale yellow grasses stick out of sand dunes.
Gulls squawk, almost word-like, in overcast skies.
They fly into each other’s faces and those of passersby.
“It sounds like they have an important message," says a visitor.
“It’s only bird song," says another.
In springtime, herds of whales pass by the shore. Denizens come to the sand to watch the whales breech. They spout mist through their blowholes and raise fins to air. After the holidays, everyone leaves and the little shops close.
The visitors ask:
“Who once ran the sweet shop where we bought our taffy?”
“What about the diner which served coffee and scones?”
“Where is the kite shop?”
Everything is closed.
“It sounds like they have an important message," says a visitor.
“It’s only bird song," says another.
In springtime, herds of whales pass by the shore. Denizens come to the sand to watch the whales breech. They spout mist through their blowholes and raise fins to air. After the holidays, everyone leaves and the little shops close.
The visitors ask:
“Who once ran the sweet shop where we bought our taffy?”
“What about the diner which served coffee and scones?”
“Where is the kite shop?”
Everything is closed.
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