Turbulent, dangerous water washed across the bridge no more than a hundred yards in front of Rock. He was on foot, attempting to walk to an island a mile off the coast, but the sky had darkened and wind from the sea howled across him. It was obvious he would have no chance, so he decided to return to the beach.
Before he moved to turn back, he felt what seemed like an animal's tongue run across his left calf. He looked to see a gray fox that in an instant ran past him in a downhill sprint toward the water. Rock assumed it wanted fish, and he thought a few would likely splash across the bridge.
He wondered if this frightfully beautiful scene was a product of climate change. A pretty woman stood beside him. Rock thought he knew her, but he wasn't sure from where or when. "Do you think global warming caused this?" he said.
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