It was a clear blue day. The sun was high in the sky. It reflected off the white sand of Koca Beach. The waves crashed onto the wet sand, and the seagulls shrieked in the sky. A perfect beach day for anyone who walked to this place. There was just one thing missing from this beautiful beach.
It was empty. It was 12pm on a Sunday afternoon, and the beach was completely deserted. Suddenly, a car drove up to the empty parking lot. A red car with black tinted windows and shiny black tires. It parked, and a few minutes later, a man stepped out. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, Hawaiian style. He stretched before reaching back into his car. Out came a surfboard and some beach supplies. The man locked his car, nodded, and walked towards the beach with a stride in his step. As soon as he reached the sand, he noticed how hot it was to the touch. The man shrugged and continued moving forward. The sun beat down on him as he made his way towards the water.
The man looked for a good spot and quickly spotted one. He spread out the towel and the umbrella. The man grabbed his surfboard, took off his shoes, and stepped out onto the sand. The instant he did so, he felt the intense burn of the sand. So he ran as fast as he could towards the water. As soon as the man did, he hopped into the water. It was lukewarm, and the waves continuously crashed onto the beach. As the man kept going, something hit his foot in the water. Bending down, he felt that it was a bottle. The man picked it up. When he looked at it more closely, there was a paper inside. The man waddled back to the beach to read it. He made the dash back to his towel.
The man popped the bottle open, emptying the contents onto his lap. It was in a strange language that he had never read before.
Nave ego iam unum sum.
Tommy, the man’s name, crinkled his nose. What the hell? He threw down the bottle and paper, about to stand up again. But just as he was standing up, the ground began to shake. The waves sloshed around, and the sand began to slide down.
Something began rising out of the water. Tommy grabbed his car keys and tried to run away. The shaking increased violently. Everything began to sink down into something. Tommy ran to his car and got into it. As he did so, the sand and water flipped downward, mixing together. Tommy’s car began to roll backwards. He tried putting the emergency brake on, but it continued to roll backwards.
That same day, on Greene Beach, a bottle washed up on shore. There was water, sand, seagulls, and a ship inside. The water crashed onto the shore, the seagulls shrieking. The ship floated on the waves. And something else too.
A red car with black tires, sitting on the sandy beach.
If you peered closely, you might be able to make out a tiny man, pounding on the glass.
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