This short story is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash
The unexpectedly early summer sun had brought scores down to the beach: surfers, swimmers, sunbathers; and the jet ski rental, the shark fishing trips and the beach restaurants were all open and doing a roaring trade.
Beneath the turquoise water, the sea life was dying: pollution from the hotels and restaurants; noise and turbulence from the jet skis; and the massacre of the sharks and other big fish was destroying the fragile eco-system.
They were having too much fun to notice the wave rolling in and gaining in power and height as it approached the shore, the wave that had risen from the depths of the ocean, taken its strength from the anger of the ocean—the killer wave.