I run.
Fists of waves claw the sand as I force one foot in front of the other. Scramble up, slip down, repeat.
Faster.
Eyes fixed on dunes ahead. Don't look back. Mustn't look. Struggling to breathe, in, out; in out. Still I run.
Just when my lungs might burst and heart explode, a crimson star on the sand, I stumble.
It's getting closer.
I cannot stand, and fall again. I can run no more.
Closer.
No chance of rescue. No one here to help.
A blanket of terror obliterates the sea, the sand, the loneliness, the bruises on my arms and the pain, the pain in my chest and legs.
It's here.
No escape.
*****
Eyes drifting open, body covered in sweat, afraid. Of what, I do not know, the details of the dream are already fading. Groaning I roll over and glance at the clock, deciding to get out of bed now rather than later.
*****
An hour later, as I was collecting the washing from dad's room, I suddenly remembered the silver glint from his pocket last night. Curious, I find his jacket and fish around in the pockets. No luck. Shaking my head, I collect the washing and exit his room.
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Isla (ON HOLD)
Mystery / ThrillerThe crashing of the waves only seemed to intensify as a lone figure stumbled down the beach. Fiery red hair whipped around her head, blinding her, as she struggled against the wind. Suddenly, she stood still, frozen in fright as another figure appea...
