The Gunmans Job

Underwater Heart

Mark had got his phone out to call the police and an ambulance, but it was too late. The paid gunmen fired their second horrendous bullet at Mark. He ducked to just in time. Anna had been thrown off the edge of the pier, by the impact of the bullet, into the sea below, along with the baby wrapped in her now cold, lifeless arms. Mark had looked down at the rough murky sea, he saw one of her bloody hands holding the heart shaped locket that Mark had given her, she was dead. There was a saying that could have been thought to match this incident, wrong place, wrong time. Four years later, he'd gone to her funeral, the body had never been recovered. He stood in the exact spot as he did four years before. He looked at the beach, the tide going in. Suddenly, he saw a body float onto the beach. He ran down to look, it was his only child and his beloved wife, their bodies like ghosts, glowing in the water.