Ready to sink down into the dark quiet of the ocean floor and resigned to his fate, the man opened his mouth to let the water in. But the sea became turbulent, as though angry at his acquiescence. And before he could inhale the salt and wet, a wave higher than a church hurled his sodden body onto the beach.
He lay face down and coughed up grit and bile. His eyelids, ears and lips were encrusted in sand. But he did not have the energy to wipe it off. Instead, he slowly rolled onto his back and sighed.
‘My, what a piece of flotsam we have here.’ The man squinted into the sunlight and saw a woman stand over him.
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