Friday, June 11, 2010

Beach continued

Tomorrow will be another blogfest, one with titles, but for today I'm going to be nice.

Yes. I am going to post the rest of the beach scene from the last blogfest since I posted half of the short story as my entry. Had some interesting responses, many think the body is a dead one, and almost everyone (or maybe everyone, I can't remember) wants to know the ending. And I wasn't sure if I was going to post it but today I figured why not. It's a random short story that has potential for more but isn't even near the top of my 50+ book list. But I still like how it came out.

Don't forget to check back tomorrow to see a variety of titles from me, and if you've paid any attention in the past you'll get to read again how titles vex me. But for now, the rest of the beach story.

Last half of  The Find After the Storm

Rich tried to run, but had to slow down to keep from tripping. It took him several minutes before he reached the body. Once there he stopped, afraid. He didn't want to touch a dead body. It seemed like the person was breathing somewhat, so he bent down to get a closer look.

The body belonged to a young looking male who seemed to be wearing a wet suit but it was from a material he had never seen before. Pushing the boy on his back, Rich double-checked for breathing. Once, that was confirmed he stood up and moved away pulling his cell from his pocket.

Holding it to his ear as he waited for a response, Rich began to pace. "Pick up your phone," he started to panic unsure of what he would do if Isaac didn't answer.


"Isaac, I need you to come to the beach now. I found a body, but not a dead one. It's a boy and he's unconscious and I don't know what to do..." Rich started to babble in his rush to get help.

Isaac managed to interject, "Why don't you call nine-one-one?"

"I don't know, I just have a feeling that it wouldn't be a good idea. I don't see blood or anything." He didn't know why but his intuition said not to get help the traditional route. "Could you just come here with some towels or blankets and help me."

"Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Closing the phone, Rich kneeled again next to the boy. Who was he? Why was he there? Many questions raced through his mind as he brushed aside a stray blonde hair from the boy's forehead.

As his hand grazed the boy's cheek, he was startled as the boy opened his eyes. They were a deep green-blue. Staring into them Rich was reminded of the ocean. Entranced, he didn't say a word as they looked at each other.

A stray noise of what sounded like a car door shutting pulled Rich's attention away for a second and when he returned his focus to the boy his eyes were closed. The boy looked the same as he had before the weird incident. It made Rich wonder if it had even occurred. The only difference was a pendant that showed at the top of the neckline of the boy's suit.

Rich grabbed it to get a closer look and was surprised when the chain went without resistance. It must have been loose somehow. It was round, and made of some foreign type of metal. The imprint, although foreign to most, he recognized from a crazy friend of his that delved in conspiracy theories.

It was the symbol of the lost city of Atlantis.

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