Story inspired by Madison’s prompt photo:
He stood at the edge of the river, eyes studying the calm water.
“I should have done more.”
There’s nothing more you could have done, he thought.
Three days had passed since Emily disappeared beneath the surface. She’d just gone down and never came back up. He wondered if she’d finally slipped away and disappeared like she’d threatened to do so many times, but he knew better. He knew the misshapen creature of Iroquois legend had grabbed her ankle and pulled her to an icy grave at the bottom. The only thing keeping hope alive was the lack of a body.