Ida knew he was not good for her. In her heart she knew that, but in her mind she could never let him go. Many saw it to they all gave warnings but their warnings fell on her deaf ears. Oh how she wished had listened.
The water lurch around Ida as the tattered ropes finally released her. Her dress whirled as she delicately rose from the depths. A flicker of light reached into the abyss to call her home. God how she missed the sun, its warmth, its light.
She breached the surface of the bayou, where the Spanish Moss swayed in the midmorning breeze. Her clouded eyes, and clammy flesh drifted along surface, as a testament to sins that had occurred here.