It was quiet when she awoke. Nothing moved. Beside her lay rocks, above her the darkness. She tried to remember what had happened, but there was only a confusion of voices and the feeling of sinking down, down, down.
Eventually she gave up trying and let the water rush over her. The tide flowed in and out and the salt and the sea and the sun and the fish ate away at her body and her hair. Her dress, her shoes, her petticoat – gone. Round and round she rolled on the seafloor until the blush on her cheeks turned to bone.
