Summer wound down, and we entered heat-mad August, days of sweat and sunshine, so hot you didnâ€™t really want to move. But somehow, when evening started falling and the air cooled off a little, your energy would return.
And sometimes one of the places to burn some of that off was by driving up to the Michigan dunes, building a fire and getting drunk on the beach. I went up one evening with Anna, and a bunch of other friends from high school. I didnâ€™t particularly like them or want to hang around with them, but Anna wanted it, and she made me promise to come.
It was what I had expected. A lot of beer and a couple of bottles of Jaeger getting passed around. We knew a spot that was technically private property, but the owners of the house far above were rarely there to disturb us. We sat on the soft sand around a fire made from the wood weâ€™d brought and I watched the stars far out over the lake, wondering when I could gracefully excuse myself and slip away.
That was why I was the first person to see them. Somet, out in the water, coming towards our fire. At first I thought they were fish, or seals, or something, not people. But as the heads came up out of the water, I realize they were human. Women, three of them.