the unlucky woes of a beach goer

All the summer heat was slowly driving Miyeon insane, and melting her flesh. There were only so many cold showers she could take, and only so much ice cream she could eat, hence why she headed for the beach on her free time.

Her swimsuit had been carefully chosen to highlight her best features, breasts and butt plump. She even went as far as to oil her body so her skin would glisten with the light.

Looking, and feeling, her best, she made sure her hips swayed as she walked along the beach looking for the perfect shell. She was certain that with it, she would finally attract the perfect lover.

The perfect shell would be in the shape of a heart, in tones of red or pink. Big enough to comfortably fit in her palm, but not much bigger than that. It would have no sharp edges to it, smooth to the touch, but with a delicate texture to it.

Suffice to say, with such specific requirements, she had been searching all morning, to no avail.

That's not to say Miyeon didn't find beautiful shells! She found plenty of shells, in a plethora of sizes and colors! A beautiful purple blue conch, tens of tiny sand yellow ones, and some in, frankly, weird colors and shapes, going as far as to have a disturbingly phallic orange one.

She walks and walks. Wet packed sand sticking to her feet, while the cold water laps at her ankles. 

Miyeon's eyes are glued to the ground, scanning the coming of waves for any shell brought to her when there! Half stuck into the soft layer of sand still, but threatening to be taken away by the next wave, rests a lovely orange pink shell, with what appears to be the perfect shape she has been looking for.

She jogs to reach it, scooping it delicately with the sand it's been buried in, afraid to break it. She uses the next wave to clean it, and holds it up to examine it in anticipation.

Well, shit.

It's shaped like a heart alright. Broken in the middle. The missing part nowhere to be seen. She sighs, and throws it on the bucket of failed findings alongside with the many others she's collected thus far.

She attempts to kick the wet sand, but only manages to barely raise a small mound that promptly sticks in-between her toes and nearly makes herself fall.

She continues her search, gathering more imperfect shells and a few conches as she does, steadily growing disheartened at it.

She's about ready to give up and do away with her shells when the relentless waves quite literally deliver the perfect shell to her.

There, resting in between her feet was a lovely pale pink heart shaped shell. She gasps, and eagerly steps back to safely catch her most prized catch of the day.

But before she even fully puts weight on her feet, she feels a painful pinch on the sole of her foot and yelps. Unbalanced, she scrambles to righten herself, ending up overcompensating forward and stepping right onto the perfect shell she had found.

She feels it break, a sharp edge embedding itself on the sole of her foot. Miyeon hisses and she feels the series of curses building up on her throat as she raises her foot to look at the damage done.

There, in the sand, are several pieces of what would have been her love charm.

Feet hurting and hopes crushed, she looks to the sky and lets out a loud sonorous scream of a single word.

"FUCK."