short story slam week 4, one more day to go before closed…
It’s summer time,
Lily and her brother Tim enjoy their freedom of running in the field, catching fireflies, and milking cows…
They live next to The Wizard River (about a mile away), and watching boats/cargoes stopping by and go is one of their favorite hubbies.
Lily is 13, Tim is 11, both of them are attending middle school.
Everything seems perfect until this 15th of June, when a huge flood hit their hometown.
The field is downed and their house is ruined, a family of 4 stayed on their roof for about 24 hours before they see a boat coming their way!
They waved, the boat come near, and left, they wanted cash, but they are short of it at the moment.
Another day passed by. Finally, another boat agreed to carry them to safety, with no payment needed.
It is such a small wooden boat, and the water around is enormously horrifying, the desire to live makes them both excited and timid.
All aboard, they are sailing to hopeful place.
They must pass the Wizard river to another side to get help.
A big ship comes near, making big waves…the little wooden boat begins to shake, it is like surfing on top of the waves, all of them hold their breath. They are told to stay calm and still.
Lily tilted her head, trying to look away…and she fell into the river.
A hand grasped her left leg, and with the pull of the force, both lily and Tim are in water, covered by waves that are more violent then elegant or friendly.
Lily is not a good swimmer, Tim is perfect in water, thus, he carried his sister for a few minutes, trying to find their little wooden boat, but the waves pushed them farer away…
Tim is getting tired, Lily has lost her strength to keep floated…
“I am giving up, sister, I am losing energy now.” Tim confessed, helplessly.
“Save yourself…” Lily let go of her little brother and let water take her life…with no other option.
Tim swims much easier without carrying his sister…the ship has passed and the water turns calm…he is safe.
The family survived the flood with the loss of Lily.
Tim always feels sorry for not being able to save his sister…but is it his fault?
PS: This is a tragedy that actually happened in reality…
She was my middle school classmates.
a poem for my own sister….submitted to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 42..
My sister lives too far away,
It’s difficult to see her, no way.
I remember our sisterhood,
Which is sweet and good.
So close together, a decade ago,
She was the one who knows me the best.
She is so loving, I know,
I miss her so much, hard to have a rest.
She helped me see things I would not see myself,
She offered me support that touched my heart.
I pray a beautiful life to herself,
This love for her will last despite the fact that we are apart.