Her lifeless body, so still, so perfect, so young, motionless upon the shoreline. The waves creeping slowly closer, menacingly, relentlessly. Most of her clothes lay in disarray across the sand, a sandal here, a skirt there, tossed violently in the air. Her family’s bodies scattered haphazardly along the shore, her mother here, her father there.
The sea inching ever closer, a moment away.
The first wave hits, she shrieks with glee and jumps to her feet, moving a little closer to the safety of her family enjoying a day at the seaside.
She lies down again, ready for round two.
You got me with that one. Hook, line and sinker.
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