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What can happen in a second?

From the ship she watched,

From the ship she watched, the huge beast swirled over the island. Every person was screaming, frantically running to seek refuge. Some began to swim out to sea.

From the ship she watched, the huge beast swirled over the island. Every person was screaming, frantically running to seek refuge. Some began to swim out to sea. She thought about turning the boat around to save them, but she knew she’d never make it.

The beast seemed to rile. It swelled and pulsated; coiling and uncoiling. Musty air filled her lungs and she thought she might wretch. Smells of eminent death were almost worse than that of death from long ago.

The beast seemed to rile. It swelled and pulsated; coiling and uncoiling. Musty air filled her lungs and she thought she might wretch. Smells of eminent death were almost worse than that of death from long ago. As if in fear of the beast, the sun hid safely behind a doom-filled cloudy sky. It was as dark as if there was a thunderstorm. But there was no rain to shield her eyes from the atrocity.

It only took a second. In just one second, the beast swooped down like an owl on a mouse and swallowed the island, people and all.

It only took a second. In just one second, the beast swooped down like an owl on a mouse and swallowed the island, people and all. It happened so quickly, there seemed to be a ginormous crater in the ocean. Not even the flow of water was fast enough to fill where the island had been before the beast was gone.

Her home had been erased as if it had never existed. Only she was left to tell its tale, but she couldn’t. She wept for she knew that the evidence of her shame, her cowardice, was all gone.

Her home had been erased as if it had never existed. Only she was left to tell its tale, but she couldn’t. She wept for she knew that the evidence of her shame, her cowardice, was all gone. Never could she tell the tales of her home without telling of how she’d run and saved only herself. So she drifted away, a sad, lonely artifact from that which is no longer.

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