The fireworks stopped, the last silver starburst fading over the water. And then there was blackness. She wanted the display to continue. It was pretty, and she didn’t like the nothingness.
“Go on,” she ordered. “Don’t stop. I want more.”
The darkness and the silence continued.
Now came anger. “Stupid. Unnecessary. Do more.”
And next, contrition. “I’m sorry. Really, I can be better. Tell me what you want.”
At last, she said. “I am alone. Show me please, how do I get to shore?”