The Death of Our Storyteller

But the story never ever ends. Never!

Photo by Girl with red hat on Unsplash

I dived deep, swam underwater to the other side of the river, and resurfaced to breathe again. I hear you think I drowned, and you have been asking fishermen if they saw my floating body.

They won’t. I am waving and hoping you will look up to see me standing on the other shore, smiling at you.