Me and Steve were just hanging around. No school for us, both kicked out.
The bridge was old, crumbling and rusted. What little of it survived the conflagration two years ago so I placed my feet on what solid footing I could find. Didn’t wanna get thrown into the river beneath.
I glanced at Steve to see if he had found anything interesting. “What’s that red thing down below?” A feeling of apprehension hooked me in the gut.
“Geeze it’s a kid. The current is pulling him under.”
“He’s too little to over power it and it looks like his big rubber ball bobbing in the other direction.”
“He musta tripped and fell.”
“Yep the end of the pier probably collapsed.”
We were good swimmers so we jumped into the water. Man it was cold.
Steve captured the kid, gripping the boy by his coat. We managed to haul him to dry land.
“James, are you okay?” Are you okay James?”
I coughed up sludge and slime grimacing at the sour taste of the filthy liquid. “Yeah I’ll live.”
Steve called 911. While we waited for the ambulance we leaned against the abutment and caught our breath. The child sat on the ground matching me cough for cough. He would be fine.
***Written for Blogophilia Week 8.7 Topic: Hooked on a Feeling Bonus Points: (Hard, 2 points) Incorporate echolalia (echo-like repetition of another’s words) (Easy, 1 point) Include a conflagration