Author’s note: this story was inspired by watching footage of a lone individual standing on a beach in Khao Lak, Thailand, who was consumed by the waves during the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami.
He stood bewildered.
The cool breeze, sharp with salt, was pleasing yet tinged with concern.
Even out this far, never before caressed by the wind, soft sand squelched between tickled toes.
On nearby cliffs people were shouting, their alarm dashed upon the gusts.
From the horizon, mountainous thundering white froth descended, and finally he understood what it was.
Could he outrun it?
Not a chance.
The tumultuous tsunami would overwhelm him, his only chance to float if he was not crushed.
The sea was his passion, but courting her cruelty exacted a price.
He stood calmly as he was embraced to her bosom.