Everyone Loves My Sister
Seagulls soared freely over the water.
I opened my phone, found Lucas's number, and, with stiff fingers, typed a message: [Lucas, after I die, please scatter my ashes into Toben Lake.]
Then, as a joke, I added: [If that's illegal, just find a nice piece of fertile land and spread them there instead.]
I sent the message. Then, I turned off my phone and left it by the shore.
I wheeled myself into the water.
The lake swallowed me slowly.
Water rushed into my nose, my ears, filling my body.