Message in a Bottle
Maybe it was just a bit of trash. The waves crashed on to the shore more gently now, receding further with each new cycle as the tide went out, leaving behind dead jellyfish, abandoned seashells, and discarded rubbish strewn across the sandy beach. Dora focused on the small object glinting in the sunlight, grains of sand clinging gently to its sides. As she got closer, her eyes widened in excitement. An old sheet of paper rolled inwards laid dry and pristine on the inside of a corked bottle.
