The River

Kev Neylon
1 min readFeb 18, 2024

Sal was born on the bank of the river. Her family had been riparian stock for generations. Yet she hated the river and everything about it. It rushed past them and it carried the flotsam and jetsam of thousands of others’ misfortune.

The dark soul of the river was calling to her, it always did. It wanted her to become a part of it. To run away with it to the sea or ocean or wherever it ended up. Her family had told her that the river spoke to everyone, and to ignore it.

She couldn’t though, and jumped in.

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