As I sat by the river with my feet dangling in the water, I saw my own reflection.
It winked at me.
I hadn´t moved a muscle yet my reflection winked at me.
Then it started to say something to me. I saw my reflection’s mouth move.
A soggy unnatural voice came from the bottom of this particularly slow moving body of water.
It was telling me the names of people I wanted to kill.
It was saying names of people I didn´t even know I disliked, until the moment they were uttered.
I knew I had to do something. I thought for about one second and I grabbed a handful of rocks.
The only victim of my murderous rage that day was my own reflection.
Over and over again.
By Ryan 