All Silent on the Flint

Bobby surfaced, gasping for air.

“Bobby! You alright?”

The deputy nodded his head. He sloshed toward the boat.

“I felt fingers on my ankles,” Bobby said. “She was holding me under, Sheriff. I could feel her face pressed against my back.”

He turned and looked behind him. The body was drifting away.

Jones shook his head. “You probably just slipped and got tangled up with that girl. That body’s workin on your mind, ain’t it?”

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