I stare at the water for a while. My thoughts on a different track, now. The acrid stench, the violent green of the water, is nothing like that night at Suus. I still hear my sister’s voice. “I don’t want to.” Barely audible. The protest of a child who knows they don’t have a choice. “I’m scared.” “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure.” Lie. “We can make it.” Lie. “Do you trust me?” The last things I ever say to her.
WAHHHHHHHH
