The low drizzly cloud

resembled smoke –

Smothering the water –

As the car came round the bend.

Heroic d(r)ivers searched

In the gloomy depths for the children

Hidden

By darkness, depth, despair

Sinking lower, lower into the loch of despond

Lost, forever in the inky-black icy murk

Not giggling, but drowning.

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