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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a sheer drop from old stone… a bridge, perhaps, or the battlements of a castle… there is no way to tell… Below is deep, dark water, swirling, fringed by autumnal trees…
The sense of loss was deeper than anything she had ever known.
She came here every day, perhaps looking for answers or a sign of some sort to ease the pain, guide her where to go from here.
It had been a gradual process, but the inevitable was always lurking. Time was cruel, giving and taking, teasing with false hope only to snatch it away days, if not hours later.
This place was nowhere special, held no specific memories, yet she was drawn to it inexplicably, day after day.
The water below was sometimes so mirror still, she could see another world reflected in the shards of the sun, her image peering into the fathoms.
What was the significance so intriguing, bordering on mystery? She did not know.
Today the water swirled and rolled, as if angry at its confines, trying to escape. A form took shape, rising up out of the depths, reaching for her hand to drag her down to a new tomorrow, one of cold and darkness.
She stepped back quickly, almost toppling over onto the grassy bank behind, and suddenly understood.
She was not The One left behind after a misjudged footstep in the dark, a cry unheard, and a victim claimed in the night.
But she held the key…………. a gold ring given to her by her beloved, a family heirloom tinged with tragedy.
She took it off, stood above the water and as it rolled and scrolled in oily agony, tossed the jewel into the centre mass. The water folded around it as it sank, swiftly, yet gracefully and all was calm again, as was her heart.