Sunday Six: “But in the morning these living oysters are dead”

A writing idea from Carlea, who in turn got it from some trend going around on Tumblr, is to share six sentences from a current writing project every Sunday.

This is from a fairy tale retelling I’ve been working on.

But in the morning these living oysters are dead. Pulverized. Their shell fortresses laid waste to, the valves ground down. Their little hearts limp and grey, leaking wetly all over the dining room floor, leaving paths like the shiny trails of snails.

The cobbler who makes shoes from oysters is dismissed. In fact, he is executed.

Also, two cool photos of “oyster shoes”: here and here.

(Featured image: Illustration by Errol Le Cain)

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