Begins On A Beach

An exercise in 2nd person, no dialogue

You stand ankle deep in very cold water, the retreating waves pulling the sand out from under the arches of your feet, so you feel as if you are standing on four little pillars in the ocean. A sharp wind tugs your hair and cuts through your coat. The beach is deserted in both directions.

The roaring doesn't stop, as if the sea is trying to get a message to you. Gulls wheel above, shrieking their message across the wind and water. You feel so alone in this universe you don't understand, with no one to talk to. If there's no dialogue, then how can you exist?