Beach Box Essay

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Every night for the last twenty years I have strolled down the same beach, the same path and at the same time. My life was boring but I loved it. In one week that was all about to change. It was the 26th of October. The nights were getting darker and colder. I put on my coat, shoes, scarf and picked up the house keys and prepared for my daily walk. The beach was quite near, only two minutes away. The tide was high. The moonlight glistened off the waves which were gently stroking the sand when they fell and rustled as they moved across the sea-shells. The horizon was clear as far as you could see. The smell of seaweed and salt was strong and the air was fresh. It was bitterly cold…show more content…
Every minute seemed like an hour. My stomach was full of butterflies. After three large scotches I was on the verge of becoming drunk. I could not be tipsy. I had to be fully awake. I spent the rest on the day sitting on the sofa staring at the clock. 1pm, 2pm, 3pm, 4 pm, 5pm ……. 9pm. I had to be getting ready. It was now or never. I picked up a shovel and got dressed in black. I left the house at 11pm. It was foggy and stingingly chilly. The streetlamps reflected off the fog which created an eerie atmosphere. The moon gazed at me. Questions started popping up in my mind. Would it still be there? Was it really a body? Should I go to the police? I arrived at the scene and could distinguish the spot where the sand has been tossed. I started to dig. My arms began to ache and felt burning hot but I ignored the pain and strived on. I must have dug over one metre of sand and I could still see nothing. I noticed a hint of movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced around to check if anyone was there but I could see no one, just the man in the moon. Suddenly I heard a thud. I had hit something. I fell to my hands and knees and brushed off the rest of the sand. The box had handles on it and I used them to lift it out of the sand. The lid was sealed down so I used the spade to wedge it off and what I saw astounded me. It was full of rifles. So it was

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