Fiction: Group 3
I jumped off the shell and splashed in the water, but gone was the delight of the former days. When
I reached land, I felt the same hot sand as the day I disappeared.
“Leena?” I turned around. Standing there, her mouth wide open, was my mother. She had been
coming to the shore every day I was gone.
“Mama!” I hugged her. I missed her the most.
“What-how…?” She stared at me.
I was happy after that.
Don’t take what you have for granted. Cherish it and make the most of it.
But don’t worry. Not all river spirits are kidnappers.
I should know - because I am one.
