Beached

January 7th, 2021

Starring: Tourist (25-40), Local (55-75)

A small coastal town.  Overcast, windy.  A dirt road, which dead ends into a weathered wooden fence, overlooking a rocky, sandy beach.  A dirty red pickup truck pulls up.  Tourist hops out, holding an analog film camera.  Local (and owner of the BnB Tourist is staying at) turns off the car and gets out behind Tourist, looking down at the beach.

LOCAL

The cove.

TOURIST

Beautiful.  Do you come often?

LOCAL

Only to show visitors.  All different, being from here.

TOURIST

I’ll bet.

Were you around?  When the pilot whales washed up?

LOCAL

I was.

TOURIST

Sorry if it’s a bother—

LOCAL

No, it’s ok.

I was pretty young.  Ten or eleven. But I was here.

TOURIST

You came down?

LOCAL

The whole town did.  Everything stopped for weeks.  Then months of news crews, photographers, scavengers.

TOURIST

Is it true?  What they said about the sand?

LOCAL

You couldn’t see an inch.  It was an ocean of wet black skin.  There were places where they were in stacks, overflowing up the sides.

TOURIST

Hard to fathom.  

LOCAL

Harder to forget.  The sight, the smell, the smell after.

TOURIST

What was it?

LOCAL

Death on death on death on death.  Because it was.

Almost impressive.  The solidarity of thousands of organisms to do the exact same thing.  Rare to see in the world.

TOURIST

What about you?  The town?

LOCAL

What about us?

TOURIST

Deciding not to launch a rescue effort.  To watch as they all suffocated.  Is that not solidarity?

LOCAL

Sure it is.  That was impressive too.  

TOURIST

The negligence?

LOCAL

The restraint to saving.  To not interfere with what nature wanted to do.  Not easy.

TOURIST

You seem to have it thought through.  

LOCAL

Yeah, well, get asked enough times, you’ll find an answer.

Sorry if it’s a downer.  Maybe you’re asking the wrong person.

TOURIST

Don’t apologize.  You’re probably the right one.

LOCAL

You writing a book, or something?

TOURIST

No.  Just curious.

LOCAL

What about?

TOURIST

Humans.  Life.

LOCAL

Hm.  

That must be nice.

Do you mind if we head back in a sec?  I don’t want the front desk unmanned for too long.

TOURIST

No, sure.  Ready when you are.

Local nods in appreciation and starts the car.  Tourist looks down at the beach once more, snaps a photo on the camera, then climbs into the passenger’s seat.  It pulls away down the road, leaving a long dust trail.

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