The ridges felt like valleys under his fingers. The pattern was embedded in his mind; but he kept hoping that on the next pass he’d feel something that would tell him that he had been wrong.
Something that would tell him that it was all in his mind.
The mother held on to her child as hard as she could.
The rush of the water threatened to pull them apart, but she would not give up. Even as she felt her limbs strain with the effort and threaten to pop out, she just tightened her grip and held on.