The man huffs and sighs as he is sweating in the night. In the middle of the night.

And no,he is not doing something pleasant or fun. He is actually doing…he is carrying a body across the beach.

The body is -was?,the person is surely not alive now,but the body is indeed still here;for now- starting to smell bad. Even if not even a day passed since they were killed.

The man digs in the sand,struggling against the sea waves.

After a few hours,the body is placed in the hole.

Either the waves will somehow carry it away,or no one will ever realise that it is here.

He sighs again,brushing the dry sand from his pants and his clothes.

It was surely a long day. And a long night.