The bay looks calm today.
I pick up some pebbles, placing them in a circle above the tide line, where the sea will not disturb them.
It’s to commemorate a year since Graham’s disappearance. His clothes were found in a neat pile where I am standing.
The verdict of the Coroner was suicide. "What impelled him to do such a thing?" friends asked. "He didn’t seem worried or depressed," I replied tearfully. "Perhaps he kept it hidden."
The coastguard suggested his body might wash up when the tides changed.
But they never found him.
They were looking in the wrong place.
#FLASHFICTION101 JULY 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
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