Everything I Found on the Beach

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He watched the coast receding, the lights that were coming on in the late afternoon blinking and then dropping in the stretched distance.

The man was in a kind of numb, tired shock.

“What did I do?” he asked. There was just this widening gray sea out there and the rain, blurring the last visible lights now.

There was no choice. I had to do that. I didn’t have a choice.

He considered what he had done.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he told himself.

He stood on the deck for a long while and just watched the coast thinning and receding. But he couldn’t get rid of the question.

“What is it that I’ve done?”

The sergeant was on the beach and looked down at the body and the younger policeman Morgan was with him and it was the first time for him, seeing something so severe.

The body had most of the fingers of one hand off and there was a big wound to the face and out through the back of the head.

The tide had lapped up on the body and the salt water had swelled the edges of the big wound. It was early but the birds had been awake and the eyes were already gone. It was really severe to look at.

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