Angel Red - Lost and Found
I squinted my eyes against the brightness of the day, the left remained a glaring red as it filtered through my closed eyelid, the right partially shielded by the fact that my face was in the dirt. A small movement of my head produced a loose, gritty feeling, suggesting that what I was laying in was actually sand. The intense heat that burned my arms when I moved them merely confirmed it. The intense heat contrasted sharply with the coolness of the waves gently lapping at my legs. Slowly, I drew my hands back through the sand, careful to keep them where my arms had kept it cool. Wincing as the creases and folds of my back and shoulders exploded in flames before I could push off the sand and once again drop my arms. Exactly how long had I been laying there?
"Look what the tide washed in boys." I froze at the harsh voice and the laughed responses that held no humor.
I raised my head slowly, looking up, and realized that I must still be asleep as I looked up at