Max saw a movement in the river. “I saw a something moving in the river. Did you notice it?” he asked Pat. “Nope” said Pat, disinterestedly, munching some chips. He could not wait to get back to college. He had made a mistake in coming to this old town with Max and Mary. Max descended the rickety steps, which led to the river. What was that? A hand waved to him from the river. Max went closer, thrusting out his hand. But, the hand from the water had vanished. As he was about to turn back, the hand returned. It was not a wave, but a desperate plea for rescue. Max understood the urgency. Without further thought, he jumped inside. As Pat ate the last of his chips, there was no sign of Max. The river was abnormally calm.
This was written for Ermilia’s Picture it & Write.