She
falls into rushing river, fingers seizing shapeless air, river
dashing her beneath the wooden bridge bearing blue graffiti:
forever young.
Indeed.
Someone
must fulfill the prophesy.
Do
you blame me my choice?
* * *
Gruesome flash - or blink - fiction for the Trifecta Writing Challenge: Thirty-three words continuing the story based upon these lines from Maggie Stiefvater: "It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die."
November 1 gusted in with howling wind and heavy rain. The stream in the nearby woods is nearly impassable and the roots of the silver maples cling to the banks.
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