A.C. McAnelly

You knew something was going to take him?

You knew when we could have stopped it?

I cried out in frustration, but then took the lead on the trek down to the beach.

I showed her the blankets and pointed to where his body fell.

So if all that's true, then I just have to turn him back into his original shape?

But how can I do that if I can't even see him anymore?

Before I could ask what her she was referring to, the white light in the water caught my eye again.

It was back.

And I had a feeling that was the her.

I did what she asked because what else could I do at that point?

I raised my right arm and felt the coldness of the ocean in my hand again.

But the light did something new.

It moved toward us.

I couldn't control my breathing as the thing approached.

My eyes darted from my hand back to the light.

My hand had not only turned white, it glowed.

It glowed brighter as the light came closer.

The same hue as that terrible pale sliver of a ray in the water.

The light rose up from the waves and a shadow of a form followed it.

As the light danced about ten feet off the ground, I could see the bloated body from before.