Whispers of the River

The River's SecretThe Green River flowed silently, winding through the dense trees and underbrush that lined its banks. On this particular morning, as the sun began to rise over the horizon, its light barely touched the water's surface, leaving the river dark and foreboding. It was a place that felt forgotten, tucked away from the bustling roads and suburban neighbourhood's that lay just beyond the trees.
To a local fisherman, the river was a place of solace-a quiet spot to cast a line and escape the noise of life. But on this day, something was terribly wrong. As he navigated the bank, his fishing gear slung over his shoulder, he noticed something out of place. A shape caught in the slow-moving current. At first, he thought it was debris, perhaps tangled branches or discarded trash. But as he drew closer, his heart sank.
It wasn't debris. It was the body of a young girl, floating face down in the river, her pale skin barely visible through the murky earthen brown water. The fisherman froze, the reality of what he was seeing crashing over him in waves. Panic set in as he fumbled for his phone, his hands trembling. He dialled 911 and tried to keep his voice steady.