Daily Deed


Daily Deed


He was poking around the spigot, hoping for a few drops, wishing the faucet. And although he was a seagull, I could feel his want.

I approached at a slow gait while he gave me the side-eye. When I got too close, he waddled away. I decided to wash my feet then and there, though I had been planning a longer walk through the sand. I would take the short way home instead of de-sanding myself at the next washing station.

I jammed in the metal knob that was as hard to press as it was high (how did children manage, I wonder?) It was just in my reach and I kept my eyes on the gull as I lifted one foot under the strong stream of water.



Text: Kristen Mastromarchi


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