The River

The River

There lived a maiden in a small farming village; her name was Sonya. She was an orphan, adopted by her aunt's family. She was young and hard-working, but she was deeply sad. Whenever she milked the cows, or rinsed dirty garments, there was death in her face, for she did not know of love and warmth.

One Summer evening, the aunt ordered Sonya to go to town to buy supplies. And as she went. the long Summer day was already starting to dusk. Sonya walked steadly and made good progress but she was exausted by the time she made it to a stone bridge a mile from the town. So she sat down and rested while staring at the flow of current which seemed to wash her senses and give her new energy.

Sonya continued on her way and got to the hamlet. She bought what she needed and started home again. By then Sun was a little red dot on the horizon and the choking Summer air has become more breathable. Sonya came to the same bridge she had crossed on her way but she stopped and looked in the water. And as to her amazement, the river spoke to her in a warm soft voice,
"Come, young lady. I've noticed you've been staring into me before."
Sonya was afraid but she spoke back. "Yes."
"You are distressed. You are all alone in the World. Why do you continue this? Why not end it right here and be content?"
At first she thought she had gone quite mad, but as she stared into the river, Sonya began to feel as if it was where she belonged all along, and it seemed comforting, even. So, she slowly made her way down the dyke, and she entered the water, and she felt as if her soul was being washed clean, and Sonya's body glowed like that bright Summer Sun, and she was indeed content.

The next morning, The village people found Sonya's body, washed ashore not far from the bridge. But she was smiling and she was peaceful.