Sea sleeper

No, Dunderheads. It’s hold the shells up to your ears. (D.C.Nelson/FB)

It wasn’t Bart Simpson she feared. It was those who cooed, “Quiet. You’ll just sleep with the fishes – with the others.”

So she huddled down – under the dirty socks and crusty burlap.

Willing to brave the damp seeping inch by inch as if it wanted to sample what was promised.

Trying to  suffocate her involuntary coughs from the motor fumes as it sourly rattled on.

The childlike hand once sought, now cold; heartless.

“Doll Face” not the term of endearment she thought.

“Don’t lose your head when you get there!” That had sailed right past her, too.

Oh, why did they pick smoldering-eyed, beguiling NOLA instead of the shallow, flirty “What happens here, stays here” Vegas?

And they said she was all washed up.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

The strange object in the top picture washed up on Bolivar’s Gulf Coast beach a few days ago.

Speculation’s running rampant:

A doll lost during a past hurricane who, like loyal lost puppy is trying to make its’ way home? Part of a Halloween costume. Perhaps you prefer something darker like a voodoo doll? Sacrifice by terrified boaters. There’s always the vicious brother tormenting his sister by ripping the doll out of her hands, and doll overboard!  Maybe, even more bizarre , a campsite marker from 2007.

Or possibly only the opening scene of some horror story yet to come….

The sea is slow to reveal her secrets

She sure sells those sea shells, though.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

That ought to keep them guessing. She’s something of a drip, but once you get past the creepiness… (USPD/Commons,.wikimedia.org)

Oh, Happy Asteroid Day!

Rocks rock at any altitude for perspective and attitude. Merry on now. Have a great weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

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