Drabble: "Nymph"
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deemoyzaOriginally written April 3, 2018
Standing waist-deep in the river, beneath the summer stars, she offers him water to drink, and is not surprised when he returns that fall, suitcase and ring in hand.
Had she known that the silt would choke him, that he’d seek to kill the taste with cheap whiskey, and burn a hole in himself to bleed out their love, she might not have made him drink. But tonight she knows only a delicious shiver as her fingertips push past his lips, her hands tilting to pour a devastating future into him. “You’ll be back,” she purrs. “You’ve drunk the water.”
Standing waist-deep in the river, beneath the summer stars, she offers him water to drink, and is not surprised when he returns that fall, suitcase and ring in hand.
Had she known that the silt would choke him, that he’d seek to kill the taste with cheap whiskey, and burn a hole in himself to bleed out their love, she might not have made him drink. But tonight she knows only a delicious shiver as her fingertips push past his lips, her hands tilting to pour a devastating future into him. “You’ll be back,” she purrs. “You’ve drunk the water.”
