I walked into the small green copse where I saw young men playing sport. There were also two people canoodling on the grass – until a senior member of the armed forces commanded them to desist from such scandalous behaviour.
I didn’t hang around. I walked over to a small area of sand that bordered the river to follow it back to the road. A glossy-haired woman approached me.
‘You are famous’, she said.
‘Oh, I had no idea’, I replied.
The woman was keen to accompany me, and I was happy for her to walk with me along the riverbank. We enjoyed on another’s company until the water suddenly started to rise and soon overcame us. I could swim, but my companion could not. She disappeared down a whirlpool of brown water and (because I was not brave enough to attempt a rescue) I left her to drown.
Dreamaticus 