When the police arrive, the children are already a little calmer. Parents clustering around their offspring like a mother hen. The body draped under a beach towel. No one had noticed the splash, only the tree-swing rocking erratically and empty. A grief-stricken mother, her head bobbing in her hands. The serene Monet setting forever altered. *** Picnic was published in Microfiction Monday Magazine June 2023
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