The water rushed up to tickle my toes. Washing away the sand where I had just stood, as I quickly flitted away from the tide. The sand was sugary and soft benieth my feet. The beach was empty. People never came here. Which, filled this beach with an air of mystery. They thought it dangerous and hypnotizing. Which all beaches are. If you listen closely you can hear the voices of those past calling from the waters edge. Names of loved ones now past, cries unanswered by those who left them there at the shore.