A Short Space of Time
The sea crashed against the shoreline, angry clouds whipping the horizon like a slave driver. He scrunched up his face as the sea spray smattered him with its frothy encore. Understanding what had happened was a slow process. His mind felt like a squelching mass of seaweed; waterlogged and tangled up.
His eyes edged anxiously to the fervent froth before skittering away again. He couldn’t look up and see it. It was safer to observe the sodden sands. It was too much for him to handle.
These things didn’t happen except in story books.