Shell Game

Winter is still fighting for it's rights. I am alone at the end of a long narrow shell covered road in a remote town called Shell Pile along the Delaware Bay in South Jersey. I am nestled behind Jack Kings Crab and shellfish. No other cars will venture down this road today.Unless The captain of Shell game comes to check on things. That is highly unlikely. People have been scarce around these parts since I found my way here by accident. It's just been me, the gnats, the seagulls and green flies. I am perfectly placed.

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