Abalone

At one end of the pool I looked down and saw something silvery on the rock below. Rather than a piece of jewellery, it turned out to be a small abalone shell with bits of the resident’s flesh still adhering. A gull might have dropped it.

I took it with me to meet M at the local to collect part of their bumper tomato crop, and inadvertently left it on the window sill.

Thanks for hosting Ingeborg.