I slam my eyes shut, I don’t want to see, and a scream is torn from me, and there’s a sudden fiery burn in my foot, my ruined foot, the foot I’ve been using to run and walk all my life. I scream and tears squeeze out from my eyes and race down my cheeks.
He’s laughing now, laughing at me. I try to move away, to roll, scoot, crawl, something, anything. He’s on me a moment later, and there’s another bite, this time in my hand, my right hand, and I can’t see it because it’s behind me but it’s not my fingers, it’s not, it’s my knuckles this time, higher, where they join the palm, and I know, I just know I lost them all, all of them, every one of them just dropped onto the sand.
But my dad, he’ll know where I was, they’ll be coming soon for me, because they’ll find the blood, and the drag marks in the park, and they’ll follow us, all the way to … to ….
I feel another bite, and I know I’ve just lost my right breast, and it’s laying on the sand with my fingers and toes, where the tide will come and sweep them away when it rolls it, and they’ll be food for the crabs, fish, birds, maybe even sharks, in the cove. And I don’t have much time, I don’t, he’s getting more and more excited, and taking bigger, bolder slices now.
But my dad knows I’m missing by now. He’ll bring help. My dad will know where to look for me.
Hurry, Daddy! Hurry!
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