Huraian
In one regretful instant, it occurred to Margaret Green that she would drown in this river of her own imagination. The night was black, and the stark moonlight could not aid her sight as she thrashed about in the frigid current. Water stung her desperate eyes, whipped her cheeks, and pulled at the skin of her belly and thighs. She stretched her cramping toes to reach the silt and stones beneath her, but it was no use.