Hanna

The figure was in the distance. A woman. Her long, red-blonde hair was floating around her head like a halo as she drifted limply in the water.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

I moved towards her, looking up to see the surface of the water high above my head.

This wasn’t right. I was far away from where I usually dreamed. The water was warm, the sun casting a sparkling glow across the surface as I moved through the stillness towards the ...