Kill the Keeper

The creek's water hissed and crackled, racing over sharp rocks and fallen branches. They had walked through the woods, moonlight filtered through the changing leaves, turning blood red. They were completely alone.

Lily held her secret. And that made her dangerous.

The only way for a secret to truly die was for the body that held it to die with it.

Wisps of hair were slipping out of Lily's braid, the jasmine blossoms she had woven in were wilting.

She pressed her hands into Lily's back, and pushed her into the whispering water below.