A Place To Get Lost In
He watched through the crack. The morning was just turning to afternoon on the beach. A perfect view of a gorgeous tourist spot. All blue sky and sea. A place one could get lost in their thoughts, unwind, not notice anyone or anything …
Like that random bloke last night sitting on the beach, cigarette in hand, earphones in. His first practice for his serial killer future. He never met the bloke before. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time noticing no one …
Happy that bloke’s body didn’t rise to the surface, the future serial killer walked away.
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