25 OCT 2017 AT 21:52

#thesea #random #microtale

A long, high pitched moan, which was more like a wail, sounded in the distance. A wall rose in the horizon.

And then, the sea came for him.

Like it promised, it took away everything he held dear, and left everything his money could buy.

The sea won, as it had portended.

Revenge is a dish best served in a watery grave.

- Prachi Percy