Changing bodies
This story was, naturally, made by me;
Sérgio pushed his black hair out of his eyes so he could look at the sea. He was a small, vain man. Any little event was a reason to dress carefully. Like today: he only had come to the beach to admire the sea, and was certain he would see nobody. He really prefer it that way. That calm feeling, looking at the immense sparkling blue, needed no company. Sérgio looked around and noticed that the three families that were playing on the beach, had already been reduced to one. Even this last family was packing up to leave while laughing satisfied. From now on, the beach would be for himself. Sérgio moved forward slightly, almost touching the beginning of the water and bent down to take off his shoes. He stood still for a moment, feeling the cold water touching his bare feet.
Suddenly a cold hand grabbed his ankle. He looked astonished at the large man rising in front of him: the water was gathering together forming a robust, huge man, with the blond hair dripping. Sérgio´s astonishment turned into shock. He turned and started to run, but was immediately thrown to the ground with violence.
At first I saw myself walking at a Portugese beach, but at the end I don't want to be there ! No body switch for me !
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