Ian
McAlister toed the sand on the beach and fingered the note in his pocket. He
had not heard from Justin Warfield in years. Ian had thought at one time, they
would be together forever. Justin let his father put an end to that. They had
separated friends but Justin had made no effort to stay in contact. He pulled
the note from his pocket and looked at it for the hundredth time in the last
week.
“Ian, I need your help. Please. Come to the
Warfield and meet me on the beach at ten pm on Friday evening. There’s a spot
on the north end of the beach just between the public beaches and the private
beach of the Warfield. There’s a sign, meet me there. Don’t tell anyone. Please
Ian, I need you. Justin.”
Ian heard the sound of footsteps and turned toward
the sound. Surprise crossed his face as he realized who was now standing in
front of him. Where was Justin?
“What are
you doing here?” Ian asked but there was no answer.
He saw the
gun too late. A sharp pain seared through his chest before blackness took him
under.
There you have it! Let me know what you think.
CJ
:-) Looking forward to Drifting Sands being published!
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