Ryle

Today is exactly a year since he disappeared. Police stopped looking, and he was gone without a trace. You were walking on the beach, your favourite place. Your bare feet in the sand and the sound of the waves. Tears stream down your face. You see something in the distance. A silhouette. A body lying on the beach. But the body is alive, and your heart skips a beat when you see who it is. It is none other than your Ryle, in the flesh, unconscious and soaked in seawater