Will gazed at the river sadly. The water was smooth, but what terrible secrets did it hide underneath?
Six months ago, he had travelled in the same road with his wife, Shaolin. They argued, as they often did. She insisted that they get their youngest enrolled in a new school as she found it difficult to pick and drop him. He argued that the present school was the best for beginners. Shaolin raised her voice and said that he never listened to her and this was just an example. Will screamed back and regretted the very day he married her. At this, she looked shocked at him for a moment. Then, she opened the car door and threw herself outside. A stunned Will stopped the car, but she picked herself and ran towards the river. All he could see was her white dress in the wind, then it disappeared with a loud thud.
He was devastated and his children were inconsolable. His loving eldest daughter had now stopped speaking to him. Shaolin had taken their happiness, hope and faith with her.
This was written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.