‘I used to follow her sometimes, in the early mornings,’ Gil said. ‘She never knew.’
Flora leaned forward beside his bed, waiting for her father to continue.
‘Once, I sat in the bird hide at Little Sea Pond and watched her shed her layers of clothes and emerge transformed into something ethereal, something not meant for this world. She stepped into the pond, lay back, and the water, it seemed to me, welcomed her, as if she had come home. She floated there as the sun rose – a naked Ophelia.
‘I never told her how much I loved her.’
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This is a 100-word piece of flash fiction based on the picture. Let me know what you think!
