The water was rough. The tide seemed to be coming in faster than Leo could get away from it. Like an angry blood hound nipping at his heels, bits of wet drool landing all around.
When Leo's soggy, sock covered foot his the first stair the water roared in behind him. He scaled three, then four large steps before turning and looking back. It wasn't that Leo often found himself here this time of night, but he was almost positive there was supposed to be a beach beneath him. There was none. The dark water churned briefly before slamming into the unwavering seawall and rushing back out.
It was too deep to see the shore as another wave came in.a Rafflecopter giveaway