A Force of Nature
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 25 September 2015
I sit under the bridge by the river and think of Ella.
She was a force of nature. She could make me do anything.
Once she told me to make her a valentine card and then said it wasn’t good enough. But she hugged me anyway.
It was the last thing she’d ask of me. On the following Saturday, she died.
I miss her. She never made fun of my accent and called me names like the other kids.
Suddenly, I hear Ella’s voice calling amidst the din of traffic above.
As I slip into the waters, it gets louder.