(Author’s Note: Early on in my blogging, to honor the old pulp magazine serials, I began a weekly serial series of my stories. I have decided to repost those stories in serial form. Each Friday will feature a new chapter until a story ends. Then I will begin a new story. Enjoy!)
Chapter 5 – The Final Chapter
I reach down with my mind and find him, lying there in the weeds. Thick mud settling, closing over his head. I wrench him free. Caress his tiny blue face and the life-beat throbs again. Rise to the surface with the child and set him free.
The child breaks through the surface of the lake with a rush of water and the father stares in disbelief as his son floats to him and falls into his arms.
Father carries his child up from the lake to the house.
Wonder. And I?
I watch them go and slip back down into the depths.
My birth premature.
I am broken.
I will not awake.