The River

The story of a woman who's drawn downriver into a narrow and rocky pass and there's nothing she can do about it, her arms are limp from rowing upstream, even her fear is receding, for it has worn her mind to its limits. Perhaps that which is drawing her is death? Why then is something in her so excited about what she'll find and feel there – what it'll be like to be there? Surely it must be related to living. Either way, no point in making a fuss. Maybe if she rows downstream.

All feels wrong now: maybe something's right.

How can I make this go faster, she thinks – she's tried, nothing left but to wait... This can't be the only way – maybe if she jumps overboard? make herself do something.. Her latest thought feels silly; she can't even be bothered with tormenting herself anymore.

Let the river tell you, a voice whispers.

You who are reading this, does this sound plausible?

Decisions are hard to make.