The river beneath the underpass was haunted by the babies that had been thrown into the rapids a few miles upstream. At night you could hear them wailing and splashing and the water was never stillt begin with but it didn't flow right when the sun set.
Of course people have apparently stopped dropping unwanted newborns into the harsher currents but that doesn't mean all the ones who died before ave suddenly found peace. I doubt they ever will, no matter how many mothers jump from the road above.
They get called, you see. Especially the older ones whose kids have all left home. Something in their souls can't always let go and the river babies count on that. Their crying gets into your head and for most people it fades after a few hours but for mothers it only gets louder.
Of course people have apparently stopped dropping unwanted newborns into the harsher currents but that doesn't mean all the ones who died before ave suddenly found peace. I doubt they ever will, no matter how many mothers jump from the road above.
They get called, you see. Especially the older ones whose kids have all left home. Something in their souls can't always let go and the river babies count on that. Their crying gets into your head and for most people it fades after a few hours but for mothers it only gets louder.
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