Maneater
By Sharon Maria Bidwell
“They advise you to stay with the wreckage.” Daniel said this not for the first time, the second or the third. The conversation would be equally productive if he addressed his remarks silently. He clawed his fingers into the sand and pressed his teeth together so hard his jaw ached. He only eased up because of the fear he might break something.
Richard continued to ignore him, having paid little attention of any comment to spill from Daniel’s mouth all morning. His boss put on a display of unprecedented contempt, stepping over Daniel where he lay on the beach. One shouldn’t expect much respect from some management types, but while he withstood bullshit relating to work, Daniel took the spray of sand falling from Richard’s footwear on to his legs as a per
