Ariel liked the feel of the sun heated sand between her toes. It was almost a ritual by now…waking up every Sunday and making the 30 minute trip here. It used to be their favorite hideaway. That is until a rainy night and a slick turn of the highway took him from her. It was six months since Ariel buried Brandon. Six months to wonder if the pod was still nearby but no energy to make the trip.

That is, until last night when she could hear them in a dream calling to her. Wondering why she no longer visited them. Nudging the little ones to the surface , hoping to share the wonder of them with her.

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe she’d find Brandon waiting for her just beyond the horizon. Maybe the pod could take her there.

Sugary sand became darker, more dense and cooler to the touch as Ariel got closer to the water’s edge. She never thought about it before, but her parents named her well. Nothing to tether her to this world, Ariel was better off returning to her past.

Removing her windbreaker, she folded it carefully and lay it on some nearby rocks. Methodically, Ariel removed the rest of her clothes, as if saying goodbye to everything reminding her of her old life, before calmly striding into the surf.

It wasn’t long before she could hear them. Low at first, their song broke through the waves and she saw the leaders diving through the surf as they raced towards her. Now Ariel knew for sure Brandon was waiting for her. Why else would he have sent the dolphins for her?

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