By: Christopher Bice
With bare feet submerged in the water, I lie backwards onto the grass covered ground. The waters gently caressing as it flows slowly past. I feel myself drifting off just as the pain erupts within my feet and travels up my legs.
The denizens of the deep, the water witches' minions have attacked me and are dragging me down to a watery grave.
I can hear her singsong voice calling to me, "Come lie with me in my river bed and I will free your soul as my pets free the flesh from your bones."
Breath fleeing, my body submits.