I knew since I met Eddie in third grade he’d be like this. I was breathless as I plopped my not badly misshapen rear on the flat stone clifftop. The river below and before me turned in a big green oxbow curve between high flat canyon walls. Its water was higher today than it had been in years, too high for canoes, perfect for our purposes: a white stretch of rapids and boulders signified where we’d just come from and where we’d lost the baby.
Eddie’s frazzled white top appeared over the stone edge below me, then his white bushy eyebrows and beard. He carted the tent and sleeping bags and overnight gear, and he was huffing and puffing from the near vertical path. He’d been in fourth grade, when I was in third, and that nearly fifty years ago, so he earned the huffs. But he also hadn’t just had a baby and two months of postpartum depression. So he’d had to do it, carry our supplies. And he’d sure enough helped me pitch the baby. Down there now its little limbs had been snapped and cracked by rocks and rapids—it, she, was lost and probably in pieces and no longer worth thinking of. I knew that she would be found; this was a river well-populated by rafters. But not this week, perhaps not the next. And DNA would certainly trace itself back to me. It did not matter. I would be free. Free.
I stood up to help Eddie pitch the small tent against lichen-covered shale and dirt. He was red-faced from the climb, from the exertion of the day, from what he’d done. He looked guilty.
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I thought this was an interesting narrative and there were some surprises along the way. I certainly enjoyed reading it.
I truly enjoyed this story. Somehow I knew she'd rid herself of this husband also. I wanted to kick her off the cliff myself! A good read.
Strong writing with a good setting to match