The Swan

I was looking at short story competitions a few months ago and came across the '100-word story' category. Not being much of a short story writer myself, I decided to have a go at it. This was the result: 

The Swan

The swan dived down. Its body submerged in the murky water. A bubble rose to the surface and popped. Her head lifted. But the swan was gone, probably forever, she thought. She sighed. The wind was cold. Her arms and legs covered in sharp Goosebumps, painful to the touch. The skirt of her dress whipped against her ankles, the ragged edges tracing the sensitive skin. Mud stained the ivory fabric. Her shoes were on the ground beside her. One step, that’s all it took, her toes submerged in the icy water. Another step. The water reached her ankles. Another step.