Bone Beach

There's a sleepy little town on the Mississippi shore. Not many people live there since... well, not anymore. Townfolk tried to keep it a secret, but as secrets go, rumors run swiftly, like a river's current they flow. The way I heard it told, there was trouble on the coast. A party was going on and someone was making a toast, "To the wedding couple," all raised a champagne glass, then a scream was heard coming from the dune grass. A startling discovery was made, one of human leg bones. The curious few of the lot took pictures with their phones. They must've been washed ashore in the recent hurricane. Some thought the remains might have been of one slain. It's been twenty-three years since those bones were found. Every now and again, another is exposed by a digging hound. A weathered sign saying, 'Bone Beach' is half buried in the sand. And just last month, a tourist found the skeletal bones of a hand.