Riverdance

Happenstance was what rolled her to her back, happenstance and a boat’s wake were all that could, but she watched from that attitude as the waves rippled across a green-tint sky with yellow clouds afloat like she, drifting peaceful like she, and the currents swirling ’round her. It’s all there was, was to watch. The doing was done.

She read once that a brain might live for two minutes after the final breath, and now she knew it was so.

She felt herself bobbing like the surface waves, like she was a wave.

Like that bubble from her throat her two minutes floated up.