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Prompt: Sand Between My Toes
Anakin stood barefoot on the beach, watching his toes wiggle around in the wet sand he was burying them in. It felt good and warm and sort of ticklish.
"Sand…" he said, contented. "I like sand."
That was when the tide came in. The waves washed all the sand off his feet, brushing it carelessly to the side and depositing a long strip of seaweed on Anakin's foot instead.
Seaweed was wet and gross and slimy. Anakin frowned, using his foot to push the seaweed back into the water. Then he went off to find some more sand to burrow his feet into.
As he walked from the wet sand to the dry, he noticed that the sand was getting hotter and hotter until he had to jump every other step to keep the soles of his feet from getting scalded. He tried to speed up his pace to the dock, and only succeeded in kicking sand into his eyes. Eyes watering and jumping all over the place, he tried to rub his eyes and found that that hurt even more.
"Sand…stupid…oh, sith, that hurts!"
Anakin hobbled to the deck, half-blinded, and plopped into a bench by the edge. He sat down with a small crunching noise.
It took a while to get his eyes back to normal, and when he finally did, he realized something was not quite right.
"…Crunch?" he wondered.
He shifted around in his seat. Crunch, crunch, crunch. He stood up and looked at the bench, which was covered in sand.
He staggered away, shedding sand and crunching with every step.
"Sand…" he muttered. "I hate sand."