The Shore ' a story of the Othertime

It was evening when we came to the sea
the stones were around us, it was fun
they were too large, you couldn't see
we were all alone.

My mother shifted and seemed to look,
I didn't know,
she shifted and stiffened
I didn,t know
Then she knew.
Then I knew.

They came swift,
we had no chance
my mother died, at once
too old
but they took me