Not me. I’m terrified. I see undertows and sharks. I feel the dead gripping my ankles and dragging me under the waves. I look at the tall grass on the dunes and I wonder what is waiting there for me. What will slip out as the sun sinks and dusk steals over the land? What horrific thing is waiting for me in the dunes, waiting for me to be alone?
I don’t go to the beach, and not just because I’m afraid of sharks. I don’t go to the beach because I’m afraid of the dunes. I’m afraid of what’s walking there, and once you read my newest book you will be afraid too.
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