Memory #246

We picnicked along the rocky coast in the shadow of the Newport, Rhode Island mansions, the four kids and I. A seagull plunged into the ocean just beneath us and broke out of the water and back onto a craggy rock with a fish in his beak. Letting the fish plop down into a small crater, the seagull began to eat it. While my children ate their lunch, they watched the fish flip and flop as he was eaten alive.