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The beach is empty. Clouds blanket the ocean; rain stipples the waves. A warm rain, but I shiver. The searchers have given up. Everyone has gone home.
It was glorious that afternoon, the last day of our vacation, the sand crowded with sun seekers. Tanned and relaxed, she wished she could stay. She went swimming while I dozed. I dreamed of rain on the ocean. When I awoke she was gone.
The water is dark in the gray light. A rogue wave barrels ashore knocking me to my knees. When it recedes, something gleams in the sand, a wedding ring.