“I am here my darling
I love you and need you
I am cold but not yet dead”
The water had somehow in that region retained the oxygen level she needed to breathe and the cold temperature had preserved her body from aging. She slept for long periods of time. But each time she awoke her cry remained the same. Her bubbly echo was never heeded. She knew not that her living grave was a living hell.
Join along and celebrate with Tess Kincaid – 100 Magpie Tales to date. A cause to celebrate indeed!!!