The Break-up

“Do you remember our first date?” she asked, as they admired the waterfall.

“Of course,” he smiled, “it was right here. You got drunk and nearly drowned.”

“I couldn’t swim, you saved my life. I felt…”

“Indebted to me?” he grinned.

“Something like that,” she frowned. “To be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t have gone out with you if that hadn’t happened.”

He stared, open mouthed.

“I didn’t love you,” she went on “I still don’t. It’s over.”

Suddenly furious, he threw her into the water.

She struggled briefly, then sank beneath the surface.

“Still can’t swim either, I see.”