paparazzi squall

Flash bulbs, splash bulbs constantly snapping. Tongues cluck-cluck-clucking against the roof of a hundred mouths ringing a hundred muffled sloshes a second.

A giant with a fistful of chalky, gray stones skipping them all at once, fast as shooting stars across the night sea. Over and over again, producing ripples of whitewater.

Or just countless glimmering, silver herring bellies hopping and flopping like lightening bolts, lit by a full moon through sheer cloud cover.