28. By The Shore

~ ENRIQUE ~

The sound of the waves hitting the shore are violent, almost as if agitated, trying to contain the impending storm. I exhale as I look at the Manatees that litter the shore. Drained of blood, and they have a circular bite that reminds me of a piranha’s teeth. There’s a few bruises on the body where it had been held down.

“And not just Manatees…” Carlos says as he places a bundle he’s holding down. I glance down, my stomach churning, before closing my eyes. The sight before making me sick.

There in the blanket was a child with the same puncture marks covering his face. His body is grey and swollen with water deforming it, proof he’s been in water for a while.

Something is out there, and it is hurting more than just animals. This is the third attack where it’s a person that has been found dead. “Still no sighting?” I say, lifting the child’s head and wrapping him up in the cloth properly. He barely looks above five years old. Somewhere… someone’s lost a child.

He’s human