Strekoza: Oh this is the last chapter my luck. So try not to enjoy it… waves a fist…
Chapter Nine
It was a lovely Sunday morning, with a lot of sunshine, waves played their rhythm.
A little boy played in the sand, he ran along the sea, chasing a butterfly, but in the end he couldn't find his mum, who was sunbathing a bend away.
A figure in black stood near the water, he ran towards it.
"Miss, miss. Can you find my mama? Please," the boy was nearly crying.
The lady looked down on him, how much didn't he know of life and how it's difficult. She took the little life, he spent, off him.
The sun shone, the waves played against the boys dead body.
One life taken, one of a whole set… like one piece of sand from the whole land.
Strekoza: that's it - finished. I hope it's still joinable and understandable. Review with guesses. I might later put the answer to the puzzle on my bio. And for now good bye.