The worn shawl was soaked through at once and grew terribly heavy within seconds.

The freezing water pulled the cheap wool down off my shoulders.

Vanessa didn’t let go of the handle.

She stepped forward, keeping the heavy stream aimed right at my face.

The icy water ran over my hair and poured down my back.

It filled my cheap flat shoes.

My knees gave way under the weight of the soaked clothes.

I sank down onto my knees in the thick mud.