Roger McCallum was as normal as they came. This was despite the fact that he was made entirely out of salt: salt eyes, salt hair, salt arms and legs, salt fingers and toes. No-one questioned why, and after a few minutes in his company, people would forget it was even an issue.
As a boy he did all the normal things small boys did. He climbed trees and got into fights. He liked all the same cartoons and read all the same books as the other children. At college he met the girl of his dreams and they married shortly after they both graduated university.
Roger took a job in a coastal city and with his new wife set up home in the suburbs in a modest house with a white picket fence. He never earned a great deal but he was popular at work and served the same company for more than forty years before retiring. He never took a day off sick.
He was a loving husband, a sensuous lover and an excellent father. His family never went without, even if occasionally he had to work overtime to ensure all the bills got paid. He saw his children grow up and fly the nest. And he watched as his wife grew old, grey and frail; his one, true and everlasting love.
When she died, Roger went missing and his friends and family started a frantic search for him. Eventually his son found his hat on a rocky beach, and underneath it, a note.
It read: “For as long as I can remember, all I’ve ever wanted to do was swim.”

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