“Lie flat, Jess!”
Emily was crawling across the ice towards me, as men scrambled from the nearby factory, carrying ladders and ropes.
Glancing down, I saw the ice darkening around me, the splintering becoming louder.
“I’m coming. Everything will be all right.”
A crack, a shriek… a splash. Then silence.
Seconds later a rusty ladder jabbed against my arm, and I was dragged across the ice towards safety.
But I’d be forever haunted by the memory of Emily’s face pressed up against the ice beneath me, her gaze holding mine.
And nothing would ever be right again.
Apologies for my absence – I expect to be on an even keel by this time next week and able to focus on writing again. So this is a rather hurried attempt to keep in the swing of matters other than those associated with moving house. The story was inspired by the headline across the factory in the background, something I didn’t see at first glance. Great photo CE, and thanks to Rochelle for enabling my participation this week.