19 April 2012
Chapter 1
Cooly the water washed over his toes, the icy cold numbing his feet. He watched the people laugh in the water the sun blaring down on their bare backs. He buried his feet deep into the ground letting the wet sand shift and slide between his toes.
The beach filled and the water was over his ankles now, slowly edging towards his body. He straightened his legs, letting the water seep into his jeans, glueing them to his legs. Slowly his brain wandered into the dark crevices in which he hid things.
As the noise died on the beach, he was left in silence, alone with a dying sunset. The water methodically rolled up and down his body. He felt dead to the world but with no reason why. He'd spent the whole day sitting, thinking but what had made him. In the twilight he could see the scattered debris of the days activity on the beach, packets floating in the air like lost phantoms, the odd forgotten towel and derelict sand castles littering the once immaculate sand. He held on to this memory as his last, but why and why couldn't he move. Panic was setting in. But still the water slapped against his chin, relentless. He remembered, he opened his mouth to scream, but water flooded in and all that could be heard was a soft gargling. The clammy hands grasped on to this new life, ready to feed. The sand sucked him in, and he was gone.
Slowly the water washed over the sand in the calm peace of a summers night.
The Waiting Man • Opuss № I