Image: © Annegret Kammer, “Misty mornings at the lake”, Unsplash Licence, Source
Author: H.S
the town
the year Camille died
had the worst flood of the decade for the third year in a row
there was a black out for three days
I was in Uni at the time
and saw my childhood parks drown away
on the internet.
she was the same age as me
we used to tell each-other our dreams
one day she told me:
“The Lake,
I went thinking I saw someone drown,
but at the bottom I was knocked prone
and crushed by pressure.”
the day she died
she bolted upright in her bed
looked at the lake through the window
wide-eyed
“I swam out”
she said
and died.