Someone was singing Abide with me by the riverbank. A single voice, clear and beautiful as it carried over the water. He stopped in his tracks and looked around to find the source of the voice. A child sat by the edge of the water looking out. Suddenly the singing stopped and the child turned around. Cold grey eyes met his own and he suddenly recognized the child.
The brother he’d drowned so long ago.
Coldness gripped his heart at the sight and the last thing he heard, as he fell dead to the ground, was haunting water-like laughter.
(This is a 100 word drabble. The NaNo-group decided we should do one each and this is the one I threw together. I’m of the opinion that telling a story in 100 words is really difficult.)