Smith heard something. It sounded like a whisper. It sounded like Mort. She quickly spun around, but came face to face with nothingness. She shrugged it off and smoothed out her skirt before turning back around and continuing on to the beach. The beach. She thought and thought about the beach. That's all she wanted to think about. There was one problem, she started thinking about Mort.
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Short Story"...and even though the night was cold, she kept going, hoping for someone to catch her one day."
