Good Samaritan

A passing fisherman found Tindle prostrate in a bed of froth and broken shells. Fragments had cut his cheek and his blood trickled onto the sand.

The sea was fast approaching and would soon fill the inlet in a rush and a flurry. The good samaritan hurriedly fetched his woven net to place over Tindle, and secured him tightly - then, with the aid of a makeshift pulley he dragged the lifeless body all the way to a higher sandbank.

The sunlight was dwindling, and the foxes were prowling the beach. Not another soul was to be found.

“Aye, you are quite the weight son, and I can haul thee no farther” he said, almost out of breath speaking to the unconscious man. The night airs were circling them both. He collected up the bits and pieces of driftwood and bracken and built a little fire. He hummed to himself, and covered Tindle’s body.

The two slept soundly until morning.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series