It was near lunchtime, the beach deserted. The boy and Cynthia had been in the surf most of the morning, and did not notice the rising tide. They had moved from the creek-like swale of water along the shore out to the sandbar.
The sun was hot and the water was up to their shoulders. Cynthia was ready to go home. It was now she realized the water between the bar and beach was over her head.
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