Answer:
Here's one. Hope it helps.
Explanation:
The waves were indeed gentle today, slowly ebbing towards the shore and nipping at my feet, sending some of its contents in the form of crabs, seashells and seaweed. But I hadn't a single care in the world.
I wiggled my toes, letting them dig further into the sand and create a calming room of sand, cool from the water and warmth from the temporary depth. Today was supposed to be a good day, I wasn't even supposed to be at the beach. Truth is I wasn't a huge fan of water. I drowned when I was sick and never got over the trauma.
But I didn't really have a choice, I remembered as I looked beside me to confirm the presence of Lionel, my long lost brother. He was only two years younger than I was, and he went missing over a year ago. I was only driving past when my eyes were drawn to his lonely figure among the crest of the waves.
So here I was, not even having the courage to utter a single word in fear that he was only a mirage, that he would dissipate as soon as I made a sound.
And even if I did make a sound, what would it be? Would I just ask him where he was? Would I yell? Hug him? Kiss him?
He didn't seem in a position to answer me anyway with his dark, sunken eyes and bony, wispy fingers that clutched the loose sand in a death grip.
Without a single form of warning, he unleashed a deathly scream...
