It was around midnight, but isn’t that usually when darkness plays its evil hand? I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk on the beach down the block from where we were renting a cottage for the summer. It was a warm and overcast night with a soft breeze. I was enjoying splashing my bare feet through the waves that broke at the edge of the sand. I was mesmerized by the rhythmic sound. Just then the clouds parted and the moon revealed a shocking sight in the sand. A body lay curled up along the shoreline. There was something unnatural about it, so I walked up to it to see if he was still breathing. I saw no signs of life. I did not bring my phone with me, and I knew that it would soon be high tide. I ran for home to call the police to report it before he was washed out to sea. I sat at the house, awake for hours waiting by the phone, but the police never called back. I was never called in for a statement.
The next morning there was nothing in the local news about a police report, and there were no reports of missing persons. It was as if it never happened. I was left wondering if it was just a nightmare, if I had imagined the whole thing. I am not sure what took place that night, but I can tell you that I never ventured out to walk the beach alone at night again.
SEPTEMBER 2018 / MAY 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books, and 1 short story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking.Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Eclipse Lit, Carolina Muse, Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, North Dakota Quarterly, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.