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The little shells were littered across her workshop. A veritable cornucopia of molluscs in an assortment of shapes and colour pleasing to behold.
There was a time when people were happy to get just a seashell, with their iridescent insides reflecting the colours of the sea. Put one close to your ear and hear the rushing of the sea-tides. Close your eyes and smell the salty breeze.
But now they wanted works of art, framed and decorated with natural stones, sea stars and corals.
Surely you know her? She sells sea shells by the sea shore from her web store.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100