The Unexplained Beach Meeting

The sea was still. The air was clammy. The sky was dark and cloudy, as if all colour had been drawn from it. The beach was long and narrow and sloped gently down the sea. I strolled along the sandy, eerie, lifeless beach. The whole beach was bleach of colour. I had never set foot in Culdaff Bay beach, as I was visiting my grandmother’s new cottage in Donegal. If I had known what would happen that night, I would never have set foot in Culdaff Bay beach...