body count
fiction
edward w pritchard
Because of the winds and waves generated by the hurricane all the bodies previously washed out to sea ended up at our little beach in New Jersey. We are a small town and did not have the manpower to properly handle the hundreds of floating bodies displayed in the ocean in the moonlit glow of pre-dawn.
The waves gently and eerily rocked the bodies back and force. Being one of the few volunteers I proceeded cautiously toward the shoreline and began to retrieve the floating bodies of our neighbors to the South who had been washed to sea by the hurricane surge.
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