Murk

The water was murky.

She was on the boat relaxing on the lounger. Sometimes she liked nothing more to just relax on the water and let the gentle rocking take her away.

She put her fingers on the surface, feeling the mud swirl.

Her arm went deeper.

Her eyes shot open-- she was being pulled in.

Her chair flipped--

drip.

On top of the railing--

drop.

Both arms in--

drip.

drop.

The murk shifted slightly, as if something had disturbed it.The sun shone on an empty boat.