‘Can I interest you in my luxury outside furniture?’ – Dani’s deadly taunt…
She felt the boat rock. Felt the boat tilt, ‘Dani!’
Then she was floating in the ice-cold water. The crystal-clear water. Staring at the carp. Kicking and screaming. Her burnt sienna hair splayed. Her liquid mane of caramel wrapped around her frozen face.
Beautiful, quite beautiful.
Floating, like a freefall foetus, drifting in her full womb.