• The waves beat against his hands, warming them, keeping them feeling. They pulled back across the fine sand, carrying some of it from beneath his arms. He breathed heavily, blood trickling down his forehead. His wish was always to go to a beach one day, but he had never thought it would have been like this. He was waiting for a limo to show up, so he had decided to take a walk to the beach. The sounds of feet shifting the sand was muffled and distant, even more so the sound of talking. The ocean water mixed with the blood coming from his head, making a pink liquid that receded into the ocean, never to be seen again. Gloved hands tightly gripped his arms, pulling his exhausted body from the shoreline. The only sound that was clear being the sound of the tiny waves slowly crashing in on themselves before pulling back into the water. Two men stood in front of his hazy eyes, one handing money to the other. His eyes dropped to his suit, and numb hands tried to reach for the tie to no avail. He wouldn't look good for his business meeting. What would his wife and kids think if he came back home without having the business deal closed up because of a crooked tie with red stains on it? His kids would be so sad, his son brokenhearted he couldn't get the new bike he wanted. They roughly threw him into the back of a truck they had bought, throwing a tarp over his body. What were they doing? This wasn't the limo he had wanted. Regardless, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep for the fifteen minute drive up to the office. If he was too tired after the business deal, how could he plan that family vacation they always wanted?