Tide

He sat on the beach, encapsulated by the waves. It was soothing and helped him get over the pain of recent times.
Before he knew it the tide was on its way in.
He was cut off. It was drawing closer and he was in a state of panic.
He was backed up to the cliff and his feet were beginning to get wet.
After fifteen minutes the water was up to chest height and he was being battered against the rock.
His attempt to swim out was futile.
He was pounded into the cliff wall like one of those rubber spiders you used to get when we were kids that you threw against the wall and it climbed down it - remember them?