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Treading water, Greg could see Sarah gathering their belongings. She wasn't fond of the water, so his last swim was solo.
Shadows began to grow along the near-empty beach.
Playfully, he kicked at the seaweed licking at his toes; he loved the ocean, and Sarah would need to change her attitude if she wanted a commitment.
He stared at the horizon, as the setting sun set the water ablaze; the seaweed suddenly felt thicker.
The first tug startled him; the second, pulled him under.
Before the water turned crimson, he gazed upon the jagged-toothed horror that ensnared him.

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    D.M. over 7 years ago

    His confidence vs. her reluctance adds to the tension and final irony.

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