The Unlocking of the Old Chip Shop

The sun was setting by the time I reached it, and if there had been any tourists trying to enjoy the beach in that place they were long since gone. The only sound a few distant seagulls screaming to be fed as they circled aimlessly looking for food. Against the vivid red orange of the sky, the old chip shop seemed almost black, like a fallen obelisk. A light rain began to patter down, and I, not having had the foresight to pack an umbrella, ran to it. Inside it was warm and dry. Dust coated everything. And soon enough sleep had come for me.

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