Rosewater Oasis red desert dunes

She struggled to keep out of reach, but when Tumbleweed grabbed hold and pushed them toward the water, she reeled.

Joining in, she circled the pool and reached to press firm against their head, forcing it closer toward the water. They spoke of leaving, but this was not good enough. Widower was tired of their existence, and so would see to its end.

You will go nowhere but the bottom of this pool! She seethed lowly into their ear. But I will be so merciful as to give you a choice .... you can be drowned in it, or you can bleed out in it. Which do you choose? It was so cruel, really, to suggest that the choices both ended in their demise. Both would equate to immense suffering, but one would end it all much quicker. Widower wondered which they might choose. But if neither, then the choice would be made for them. And it would not be the quicker option.