THE WATER BABY CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It was the day of my eldest daughter's funeral. At least six months ago, I'd lost my baby daughter Sophie, through cot death. Now, my eldest daughter, Sarah, had lost her life. I can't say I'm really that bothered. Ever since Sophie died, Sarah and I had been getting even more distaant from each other than ever before. I was sad about the way that Sarah died. She was kidnapped by a local pervert, tortured and killed. They found her body in a pond, daggers and knives sticking out of her.
I wasn't even sure I wanted to go to the funeral. Sarah didn't even want to go to her sister's funeral, and we'd had a big argument about it.
I got dressed in my black clothes. A black shirt, accompanied by a black skirt, black leggings, and black sandals seemed appropriate for a funeral.
I went downstairs, and into the front room, to wait for my lift...

I found myself in Hell. Not the sort of Hell you normally think of, not devils with pitchforks and flames licking at your feet. But the idea of Hell that I get. Being totally on my own. Okay, as an emo, that is normally what I wish for. But now I'd tried it out, I prefer being with people.

Mr Junjon paced up and down the corridor. His wife was in the delivery room, giving birth to triplets. Suddenly, the midwife came running out.
"Congratulations, Mr Junjon, the triplets have been born. They're all beautiful, happy, healthy girls."
"Good. Good. Have they been named yet?"
"Yes. Your wife insistes on calling them Sarah, Sophie and Jackie..."

The End of The Water Baby by Charlene Samm