Summertime Terror
Did you ever have a romance go sour, and you just had to take a long walk, but no matter what you did, it was a disaster the rest of the day?
Well, here's a worst-case scenario:
It was a hot August evening when Jacob broke up with Shelly, so, he headed down to the beach to walk alone on the long stretch of open sands. He missed not wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they use to walk here.
Now, he could only feel the warm saltwater between his toes. The gulls were unusually quiet this low tide, in fact, none were hunting for crabs or tasty bits of fish that may have washed up on the beach.
He got an odd prickly disconcerting feeling on the back of his neck like someone, or something was near him. Pausing his walk ankle-deep in the ebb tide, he gingerly looked around, but no one was there. Unable to shake the feeling off, he quickly hurried up his pace heading back to his SUV when he tripped and stumbled as something wrapped around his ankle in the shallow tide, panicking he fell.
Shelly was an early morning jogger, she saw the gulls circling above. Something was waving in the fast-moving roughness of the incoming tide. As she got closer to it, she realized it was a man's body tangled in seaweed. His arm flopped back and forth above the waves as if beckoning for her to join him.
Her eyes widened when she realized it was Jacob. Gasping in horror, she ran away in panic, never to return to his arms again.
The End
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