ElizaDuivenvoorde

Odette walked along the beach, her feet leaving their imprints in the wet sand. Water washed over her feet every few seconds, sending a chill down her spine. She watched the sun sink into the ocean. The distant water sucked in the sun's radiance and painted itself the same pinks and purples that swam in the sky. An alluring hum filled the air. Odette glanced around for the source. On a large rock, about fifty feet away, sat a young woman. "Hello?" Odette called out. The woman did not respond. Odette held her swimming bag tightly in her left hand and approached. To get to her, Odette had to leave the soft sand and walk down a stony path. Sm