The guy just disappeared – through the mist and under the water. It was strange actually, no ripples no sounds. He’d just vanished below the surface – as simple as that.
Helen had tried to get his attention. She had yelled, she had waved her arms. But there had been no reaction from him, no indication that he heard or cared.
They had searched for him. In the end, the search had lasted a week but they didn’t find him. They never have. That was two years ago. She thought about that day whenever she walked along the beach.
There’s no mistaking the spot, the old pylons – they look like a person walking into the water again. Then the urge to enter the water starts – it always does, something drawing her in, wanting her to follow. She resists and fights the urge. “Not today”, she says.