“Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream,
Merrily merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream,”
Emily sang in a very hushed yet euphonious tone. Ron gently turned his head in her direction and gave a slight peck on her cheeks. She blushed, he smiled goofily. It was that time of the evening where the sun was about to set and the sky was in beautiful gradients. The last rays of the sun that made their way through the skies, shone upon the river, making it glitter as if the stars themselves had fallen into it. It was a beautiful day for an outing, for a sail- quiet, peaceful & deserted.
Emily dearly loved Ron. They lived in a small house on the extreme ends of the shore, where the woods ended. Not many people lived in their vicinity due to the lack of luxury and amenities in that area. But Emily decided to live there for she loved solitude ; a silence that was only disrupted by the chirping of birds or acoustics of the waves. They didn’t lead a very luxurious life but it was beautiful and romantic, just how Emily wanted it to be. Ron, on the other hand wanted to settle down in the city. He loved the hustle and bustle, city-lights and everyday banter. But he did not love all this more than he loved Emily. So instead, he decided to get the best of both worlds by taking up a job in the city. He would leave their home early in the morning and return late in the evenings. He strived hard for living, a life that he always wanted. He also loved to party on Sundays, to have a drink, light up a cigar and be charmingly lazy, insatiable sometimes.
"Brought freshly caught salmon for dinner and chopped wood from the jungle," he said to Emily, every single day. Everything was perfect; Ron and Emily had the life of their dreams, exactly the way they wanted. They would have dinner together everyday and talk about each other's day just like any other couple would. Emily was a caring wife. On one Friday evening, she had prepared Ron's favourite malted milkshake for dessert after dinner. Too bad that Ron could not have it because their cat drank it all. Later that night, after Ron was fast asleep, Emily drowned the dead cat in the flowing stream. She went back to her room. “Where were you gone, honey?” Ron questioned in a half-asleep state. “For a peaceful stroll”, she replied, lying into the bed and cuddling Ron back to sleep.
The next day, Ron took her out, just like any other nice husband would take his wife. They went out boating into the deep waters. It was a romantic evening, indeed.
“Row, row, row the boat
Watch the water flow,
Rowing’s fun but rowing’s hard
That is what I know,” Emily continued singing.
“Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the lake,
Don’t stand up and rock the boat
That’s a big mistake!..”
But suddenly, Emily stopped singing. The sun had finally set and darkness filled the skies. The waters had ceased to shine and everything turned pale. The coldness in the weather sent chills down their spine and the expression on Ron's face was as cold as death when he loosened Emily's grip off the boat. Somebody had to complete the song, he thought.
"Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
I drowned her in the sea
And set her soul free."