Image by Erin Leary at http://erinlearywrites.com
With each step closer to the river she peeled a layer of clothing from her body and dropped it to the ground. Her hunched shoulders relaxed; the tightness around her mouth released.
There was not another soul to be seen. Her naked legs stepped into the water. She scraped her fingers lightly across the surface and the gentle current wrapped around her middle.
She took in the deepest of breaths then let her body sink, leaving just her head above water.
It was so peaceful she could hear the swarm of flies already beginning to gather around his dead body.
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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see:
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/21/23-may-2014/
Jessie Ansons 