Where what happened, you ask? You’ll find out soon enough. You, and no one else, because the occupant of those swimming trunks, the man that owned that towel and wore those shoes, is now gone without a trace.
Gone where, you ask? You’ll see. And maybe… there’s something left of him. A small trace.
I’m off to write. Everyone be good down there and keep it down (har-dee-har), and then perhaps, later tonight, I can post the story that goes with the above photo.