Roger sat sunning himself on the rocks. It had been an enjoyable vacation. Relaxation, tennis, drinks on the beach, good times. Now, with only a day left to go, he tried to make the best of it by getting away from the noise and crowds. He found a nice secluded spot, and turned to inner reflection and peace.
Then, without warning, the gods of the sea came and took him away in a giant rage of foam and spray.
Roger found peace, and the searches found the pieces. |