The river hit her face like cement, coursing viciously up her nose, eyes open wide. She struggled and fought in Seth’s grip, her hands reaching to him. The Blue would not let her go. At the moment of her departure, it pulled Seth’s empty body back in, head first, as if an invisible man stood behind him, making him swallow that water in whole gulps. They laid together, floating bodies atop the Mississippi, in an eddy where they swirled, bumping into each other ceaselessly in the October cold.
