#WritcoStoryPrompt16
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...
Her lungs filled with water. Her voice chocked and eyes filled with fear of dying. The cold currents and high roars of water clutching her more and more tightly.

She was helpless. She wanted to live and was trying hard but all her efforts for survival seemed to be in vain. Now her body was tired, her energy was drained and slowly the hands holding a tight grip on the branch became loose. Her eyes were about to flutter when she prayed to God, "Please save me. I want to live". But how did she ended up here?

Being an wayfarer, she was always in search of some new and...