peaceful still…
The sand stretched endlessly in both directions, untouched except for their footprints. Overhead, only a few gulls circled lazily against the pale sky. Bob slipped off his sandals, digging his feet into the cool dampness, while Megan wandered a few steps ahead, bending occasionally to snap pictures of driftwood and seashells. Everything was tranquil, almost eerily so, the stillness amplifying its charm. But neither of them knew that their peaceful afternoon was about to shift.
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