Epilogue
After long days of perfecting the visual effects for a scene depicting a fatal injury, I sit on my balcony watching the sparkling waves of the ocean. The tide is up, lapping the large rocks near the shore. Earlier today, the ocean water was far from the rocks.
The waters rise and recede. There’s nothing that can be done to change the pattern.
As of late, lemonade is my drink of choice. My new obsession is dark chocolate. Eating an entire bag of dark chocolate won’t result in a blackout.
I often wonder if Serena knew of all the girls who were involved with Craig through the years.
Where are they?
Who are they?
Are they alive or are they unsolved homicide cases?
My phone rings, taking me away from my thoughts. I stare at the screen.
Keith.
Like rising waters, my past returns.
I lift the phone…
THE END
Thank you for reading RISING WATERS.