They walked over to the algae-covered jetty as a wave splashed off the rocks and into her face. He laughed.
“Shut up,” she said, wiping the salt water from her eyes. “Wise ass.”
As he went to step over the rocks, he stopped and leaned down to look between them.
“Wow, look at this!”
Between the rocks the ocean had somehow sifted millions of baby clams out of the sand and into deep puddles of shellfish.
“What is it?” she said approaching him.
“It’s clams, millions of clams.”
“The tiny ones we kept seeing along the beach?”
“Yup. Ew, look at them all trying to dig at once.”
She leaned in to see the piles moving almost in unison, little tonguelike appendages sneaking out from between the shells and reaching around searching for sand in which to dig.
“They’re moving together, that’s weird!” she said. He agreed.
They sat on the rocks, mesmerized by the eerie motion of the millions of clams as if one giant body.
That’s when he saw it coming and stood up. She wasn’t as quick. The wave came smashing between the rocks and sprayed her again right in the face.
“Thanks” she said, wiping the water from her face once more.
“Any time,” he said with a sly smile.