The roofs appear first, small grey peaks breaking through the water as the drought slowly reveals the village last seen seventy years ago.
After the forced clearance of the villagers, the valley was flooded, the reservoir built.
We descend, excited explorers discovering cobbled roads, abandoned cottages. A shotgun. Bleached bones.
Brian Maycock lives in Scotland. His short stories have most recently been published in The Drabble and 365 tomorrows.
I once read a mystery similar to your story. Please write another 50 word story describing why the bones were left there.