Wee

If we were on the beach, and you went to relieve yourself against the rocks facing the other way, and then you turned around and I wasn’t there anymore - what would you do?

But I’d need to explain a few things.

I’d need to describe the flatness of the sea and of the land, and how little time it takes to get to the relief location, and the lack of hiding places, and the lack of others on the beach, and the fact we were together on the beach, and it was nice on the beach, and that we had spent some time there, picking up shells and looking at the clustered stripes of different types there were, and how the land and sea and sky and clouds went in stripes too, and that we were about to leave to go back to our small spot of isolation - so who would you call? How would you explain it? Who first? What would the thought process be? How would you explain that you turned your back to relieve yourself against a wall of rocks with bushes, and though you’d never know it, I had run down to the edge of the sea, and you barely heard me, but I slipped between the stripes where the shells and the sand and the stones and the sea and the land and the sky and the clouds meet, and fell.