“Why are you doing this, brother?” she asked him.
“I must,” he said. “It is my duty. You have shamed the family by having pre-marital sex.”
“But brother,” she said, “I am your sister. It’s not right. You, yourself, have bedded a woman. A married woman at that.”
“I am a male, I am permitted to have relations with a woman outside of marriage,” he said. “You, are not. You have brought this on yourself.”
He continued to row the small rowboat to the center of the lake. Once there, he directed her to take off her life vest and turn around so he could bind her wrists.
“Don’t do this, brother,” she pleaded. “Let me go and I’ll disappear and never return.”
But before he said another word, she grabbed an oar and struck him hard on the head. She removed the life vest from his limp body and threw him overboard. “I am finally free!” she shouted, and picked up the oars and rowed to the far shore of the lake.
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Yarnspinnerr.