The Bluesby
sir_bazzComment by K3Master: She crouched near the edge of the pool, at the spot where it had happened. She crouched there and released a single white rose on the water, a tear making a streak down her cheek, her chest threatening to erupt into uncontrollable sobs.
She'd lost him here, some weeks before, her sweet little boy, her life, her everything. She'd lost him here when he'd somehow got the back door open, while she was in the shower, and that door should have been locked, and usually was and it was all her fault and how could anyone ever forgive her? How could they, when she'd never be able to forgive herself.
She crouched there, and watched the rose float upon the clear blue waters and she did then start to cry, as the emptiness and loss and pain took over, and she closed her eyes and broke the surface of the water with a single finger, and begged whatever god was listening to bring her baby back...
...and that was when it grabbed her hand. Her eyes flew open in shock, and what she saw filled her with both terror and joy. What had seized her hand was him. Her little boy. Returned from his watery grave, and he stared at her through those goggles that he had loved so much, and he came out of the water, and his eyes were dark and dead and empty, and she screamed.
With a bubbly, choked voice he called out to her, "mommy, join me", and yanked her hand with a strength unfathomable. She tried to resist, because she suddenly realized with horror that this could not really be her boy, not really. This was something else, something horrible and evil and this was NOT HER BOY, but her strength gave out as she saw its face, and it grinned, just a little, but it was the grin of her baby, and her heart gave out and her eyes closed, and she let herself go.
She disappeared beneath the water, and the rose splashed back out onto the deck...
... and her body was never found.
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