The tendrils of current ripped past me as I twisted towards the river bed. Sand separated from the floor and swiveled past my flowing hair. The sun glinted on the surface of the water as I spun around and its light filtered to a soft glow around me. I twisted again, helplessly carried away by the current, losing faith and will simultaneously each time I span. I felt calmer than when I first started to sink, I felt relaxed, sleepy almost. My eyes fluttered closed momentarily as my consciousness began to drift.
It was then that I saw her, as delirium and fatigue began to take hold. She was silent and cold but her white, blood-drained skin told her story. Her tale was not a happy one; she was only fifteen when she drowned. Perhaps she had been swimming on a cheery day when nature got the better of her. It had been many summers since the date.
We met at the bottom of a river. It was ironic that joining her saved me from meeting the same fate. She shocked me into fighting for life, because I still had one left to live. It’s sad that I couldn’t take her with me, but I will be grateful for what she did. It was a whisper from beyond the grave, a last goodbye, from my dear sister.
My second prompt from BeKindRewrite. Pssst….they’re awesome 🙂