Arrêt
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He stands high above the water now, looking down, his hands in the wooly pockets of his coat.
The ice on the St-Lawrence is beginning to break. The river, running freely now under the Champlain bridge, moves once again toward the sea. He breathes in frozen moonlight, his body is cold steel. Her last words to him were keen as a razor.
“Get out,” she hissed.
He didn’t need to ask her why. He knew why.
He stands high above the water now, looking down, his hands in the wooly pockets of his coat.
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Wow! Powerful imagery and emotion in so few words. I find myself wondering if he jumped but maybe the river unfreezing and resuming it's journey to the sea is a hopeful sign. Maybe just the opposite. You've got me thinking too much. Arret!
Well done! Something sinister going on here?? I'm having a hard enough of a time getting in the heated pool at the gym. It's been less warm lately. Now this!