NOTICE: This story has been updated in my portfolio, and can be found here . Sand flew behind Hanuman as he ran along the thin beach. For an hour now, he had been running as fast as he could with the tide creeping slowly higher on the sandbar. The next island in the chain was in sight, but he still had a fair distance to cover. Just a little faster , he thought to himself. Putting in a little extra, his pace picked up and his breathing deepened. He had done this for the past few days, going from island to island between the tides on the natural sandbars that formed between them. The sun danced on the edge of the horizon, casting long shadows from the shells strewn about, and playing tricks with his eyes. He put his foot down hard on a mostly buried conch and yowled in pain, stumbling forward and crashing into the ground. Spitting sand and picking himself up, Hanuman chanced a glimpse of a shadow moving in the deep. Fleeting and faint, but definite movement. He ...
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