THE RIVER

By Tessa Harvey


    Joe drifted, praying no snags or broken branches would obstruct his passage. It was like floating in ice cubes, even though it was only summer's end. His life did not flash before him, only disbelief that he had been pursued so relentlessly for some worthless, shiny bauble. 
    Fine, so the world was not all sweetness and light, but to deliberately drive into his bike seemed to him extreme. Earlier he had been going to Brian's place in town, down a narrow back street and snatched the necklace from the flowing gutter, just before it caught on a drain.
    Brian had laughed so hard, dark hair flopping over his forehead.
"Whatcha got?" he crowed, "summat for your girl?" Joe had flushed, then laughed also. "No, it's for Blue." Brian had said "well it's pretty, pretty worthless." Then seeing his friend's look, patted him awkwardly on the shoulder and declared "wee Blue would be made up delighted."
    Now Joe hoped he could make it in this awful river. Hopefully he could reach the riverbend. Maybe............he felt his life slipping away.

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