A sunny day on the beach turned into a breezy sailboat ride. The hooded lady appeared like a saint outlined in bright light. She began to cry. Brandi pulled on the necklace trying to tear the medallion from her throat. Something about the figurehead. As he did the figurehead from the wreck appeared from the fog. He walked up to her head and put his hand around her neck, “Temptress! As frightened as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her body. Dammit. They just ran. But something looked different. Her bags had been piled on the bed. Her followers cheered at her antics. Her father was the captain. Her bold self-confidence had been spurred by her social media presence. Bikini clad and sunglasses, she rides the coast highway with the wind in her hair. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, naked, eyes aglow. He reads it aloud with everyone listening, “Om um reel bak low cum hoom fee om nom” then their eyes glow for a moment.
