After thirty minutes of jogging, the beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. He felt hot and needed some water. Pausing for a few moments, he swung his rucksack down from his back, pulled out a bottle from the back, and took a drink. Leaning over and still panting, he realised he was not quite as fit as he would have liked. He needed to exercise more regularly. He ran his hands through his thick brown hair and mopped the sweat from his brow. In the distance, a flash of light in the night sky caught his attention. Was it an aircraft? He continued to look for it, but it had gone.
Ben jogged on until a whooshing sound behind him made him stop. What was that? Turning around, he saw something large and dark fly over him: an aircraft perhaps? But it had no engine noise and was difficult to see in the fading moonlight. The craft, whatever it was, seemed to be trying to land on the beach. By now, the cloud had almost completely covered the moon, and he had to strain his eyes to see anything. For a second he thought he saw the craft again only for it to be hidden again as darkness fell over the area. Then a blinding flash of blue light took away his senses. He stood there blinking for a few seconds until his vision returned. He rubbed his eyes and broke into a run towards the point where he thought he had last seen the craft.
A few minutes later he reached the point; but the craft had vanished. The moon started to re-emerge from behind the cloud. He looked into the surf as the waves broke and thought he saw something. Were his eyes playing tricks with him?Looking down he saw a set of footprints in wet sand heading towards the grassy dunes where they disappeared in the dry soft sand. He sensed someone was watching him, but couldn’t see anyone in the darkness. Somewhere, in the distance, a dog barked. Maybe it was the dog’s owner who was watching him.
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