Death of a water nymph

Long, burgundy hair cascading down her shoulders.

Sad grey eyes, bountiful lashes.

Alabaster brow, porcelain skin.

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She smiles, her crimson lips smooth and small.

Her intent is unknown.

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Thin, ivory dress, lace and all, wrapped around her small, thin body.

A piece of old lace tied around her wrist. A token.

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Of love, perhaps.

Or lost love.

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She pours in the witch hazel, the rose water, the lavender buds.

A fragrant aroma drifts up her nostrils.

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Lights a candle, breathes in the flame.

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Steps inside, her feet soaked in the warmth.

She immerses.

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Her intent is unknown,

unheard of.

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She holds her breath, the sea swallows her whole.

She looks like a mermaid. A sea nymph.

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Styx, Greek goddess of the river.

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She blinks.

Gasps.

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She's gone.

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And her intent,

is known.