A Friday Fictioneers from Puerto Montt.
Judy heard the roar and stood up on the beach to face the noise.
Momentarily an observer, rather than a passenger, of the passage of time, she saw, in that instant, the inevitability of her fate.
She bade farewell to the last warm rays of the summer sun, and shivered in anticipation of the encroaching night.
She watched and waited, as the swell of the tsunami advanced rapidly towards where she was standing, and although she was far from being alone in her fate, it felt somehow strangely personal.
The wave continued inland. No more time for thoughts.
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