“What is it?”
“Desk chair, maybe. Plastic shell. The metal might still be good.”
The scavvies pulled the chair out of the muck and tore it apart, discarding foam and fabric and setting plastic and metal aside. There were whoops and hollers from both of them– the ball bearings in the wheels were intact, and a tension spring. Sealed, so the salt hadn’t gotten them yet.
“What was this? Business district?”
“Maybe. Cheap chair; maybe from a house, before the Atlantic swallowed it.”
“Think there’s more?”
“We’ll look for another ten. Haven’t seen a sea snake yet. I’m getting nervous.”
WORD COUNT: 100.
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