The crying child seemed so far away.
She took stock of herself with arms and legs scratched and covered in mud and sand in uncomfortable places.
Around her was the detritus of what had happened. She wasn’t sure but was it a tsunami?
She pushed aside a tree branch and sat up.
What was the populous beach a short while ago was now gone. Everyone appeared to have been washed away.
The water looked its usual peaceful self, save for the vegetation and random bobbing body that had been swept into it.
Hopefully, she called out into the silent void.