A River Runs Through These Three Points of View

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Jacob laid the body at the banks of the tiny green river that ran behind his house. He looked down at the body, the body of his pool cleaner. Bob. He had never been close to any of the workers. They were like ghosts in the house. No one was to speak with them or ever acknowledge their existence unless they screwed something up. Bob was different though. First of all, Bob was a good fuck.

Jacob had been sleeping with Bob since that night by the pool when Jacob noticed how cute Bob’s ass was, how round it was, and how snug it fit into his jean cut-offs. Now that hot ass was lying in the cold mud, dead.

Bob had hung himself after losing his job. Jacob’s father found the two of them in bed and ordered Bob out of the house immediately. Jacob looked down at his lost love and cried, wondering how his father could do this to them.

The river was his only hope now. His mother had told him stories about the magical river when he was a boy. She had told him that once, long ago, a princess had brought her dying prince to the river’s banks and placed him into the waters, instantly reviving him.

He’d always thought the story bullshit, a product of his mother’s nightly martini binge, but he had to try something.

Jacob slowly pushed Bob’s body into the water. He waited for the glow that his mother had always so vividly described, but no glow came. Instead, the body began to float downstream.

Jacob ran into the river, his hands flailing, splashing him with water and muck. He reached for the body but stopped at the sound of a bellow from behind.

“Freeze, asshole!” the man in blue screamed. “You’re under arrest.”