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daily – 49

“Dad?”

The vague fear in his voice turns my head and I shake my head dismissively, hiding the yawning pit that’s opened in my stomach. “It can’t be.” It can’t.

Turning around, the feeds show mostly darkness, though blurred as shadowed shapes are now running in all directions, ghostlike in the slight, cool light. In the beach are, grey-colored couples run past the video camera and out of view. Their faces are in shadow, but their mostly bare bodies show clearly against the infinite, star-speckled blackness of space behind them, separated by nothing more than a few inches of floor-to-ceiling ferriglass.

My eye catches on the man’s laptop screen, a rectangle of bright white in the greyness as it lay on its side, discarded.

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