Triton Man, Benjamin

She was walking along the beach at dusk. It was a habit. When she needed to think, when she wanted to escape the noise of her own head, she would go there. The sea always seemed to understand things that no one else understood. But on that day… the sea gave something back. Or rather, someone. Among the dark stones, almost blending into the shadows, lay a body. White shirt clinging to his chest. Wet hair. Face marked by scratches and sand. She froze. For a second, he thought he was dead. But then — he breathed. Weak. Irregular. But he breathed. She ran to him and knelt on the slippery stone. Hey... are you listening to me? Nothing. She touched his face. Ice cream. And it was at that moment that he opened his eyes.