I remember standing stock-still; all was silent around me. I could even hear my sister's breathing. Yet somehow I didn't want to move, I wanted to pause time at this moment and freeze it there forever. I don't know how long I stood there. When I finally got up the courage to scramble down to where my sister was, looking like she was sitting gazing out over river. I knew she hadn't moved from where she'd landed. It was dark around me, but somehow there was a light that seemed to reflect off something at the base of the bridge's support. I suppose it was the moonlight. I could still hear the strong river current even in the still darkness, but somehow it looked like Mary's small hand was clinging to the pole with all her might. She was dead. Floating face upward, Her face only as pale in death as it had been in life. Her big blue eyes were open and made bigger by the thin film of slime and water that covered her naked body. She was naked. Gone were the baggy clothes that had become her trademark. A perfect print in purple and black bruises surrounded her neck, even to me; she had quite obviously been strangled. It was also quite obvious from her small round belly that she had been pregnant. It was as if we both noticed this tiny detail in the same instant and Janice and I both turned towards each other, I could see in her face my horror and shock both mirrored. Large silent tears spilled from her eyes and ran unchecked down her cheeks. It was only when I saw hers that I noticed mine and felt hot anger and grief boiled inside me. He killed her. I remember climbing out as the world seemed to swim around me. Janice stood up, trying to resist the temptation to look back. “ She must have been caught by some underwater growth, The river will take her soon, you have to run and get father, get the police. “ She grabbed me by the shoulders, shaking me and for a moment bringing me to my senses. " Do you understand?” Copyright Jackie Bulner 1999
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A Vision of Mary
Jackie Bulner
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