My attorney said nothing. Sitting in the sand, he wore only a pair of hideous bell bottoms with red and white stripes that resembled a peppermint candy on copious amounts of LSD. He ignored me and repeatedly tapped his bare foot into the gentle rush of water as it crawled up the beach.
And suddenly I realized I had no idea how we had gotten there. A gaping hole in my memory sparked a brief sense of panic.
“Don’t let it get you,” he said before yawning and falling onto his back.
“Let what get me?” I half shrieked, eyes peeled for wild beasts. Who knew what roamed this place in the night.
“The silence…It’s not something to be feared,” he muttered before passing out cold.
Then I noticed just how quiet it was.
No howling wind coming off the ocean. No creak