Brutal Revenge
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“Is he dead?”
The taller of the two men knelt beside the body. It had been washed up on the beach in the early hours of the morning.
He stared for a long moment at the sand-encrusted face, the bluish colour of the skin, and the soaking wet clothes. He noticed, too, the almost imperceptible up and down movement of the man's chest.
“Aye,” he said. “He's breathing. Look.” The other man lowered himself to the sand and confirmed his friend's finding.
“Amazing,” he said.
“What is?”
“Why, that he didn’t die, of course. He must have a gut full of water though.”
“I wonder how far they got.”
“From the look of this one, at least a mile, I’d say.”
“What could have happened? There was no storm last night as I recall. Just the fog.”
“It's obvious to me. Our prayers were answered. God Himself was out there. He sent this one back so we can punish him our way.”
The tall man stood up. “We should get him to Angus, then. He'll know how best to go about it.”
“Aye, but let's be careful. We don't want him to die on us just yet, do we? Not until we’ve made the bastard suffer.”
One took his feet, the other his arms, and they started to carry Parker along the beach towards the village.
THE END
Copyright James Raven