Beneath the surface Quote by Eve Chase

““We let him sag to the paving beside the pool’s edge. Can we really do it? Who will do it? Which of us has the stomach? But the sun is rising higher. There’s no time to think. A stone goddess waits, her hand protruding just so, ready to crack a drunken falling head, something that might explain his injury. The water is strewn with rose petals, plucked off by the rain, that will tuck over his body like a thick pink blanket. We wait, hanging on to our old selves a little longer. Then Flora nods, and the nod travels from one of us to the other like a parcel of light, a binding acknowledgment of a sisterhood that is bigger than Harry, lust, love, or marriage, a loyalty that rides above all others. In the end, it doesn’t matter who does it—Flora first, a firm hand in the small of his back, then Pam, a second later, harder, with her foot—since we all watch him sink beneath the surface, the back of his shirt bulging with air, like a lung holding on to its last breath. We lean forward, peering through a gap in the””

— Eve Chase