A figure invades her vision. It storms up the beach, ruining the perfect
surface with deep scars. Behind it a motorboat, small, white, insignificant,
its hull barring the smooth roll of the waves. The figure comes closer, and
eventually, becomes obviously a he. He
stands above her,
an unnecessary
lump of humanity, obscuring the
sky and making the sun virtually invisible.
"Come on Mira," he pants, breathless but triumphant. "I've got the boat."
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