With the stars shining bright, steady breath and enchanting dreams were all to be found; only peace and serenity. Soon, it was all quickly shattered. “Ettie! Ettie, please get up!” My body was shaken forcefully as my husband, Bertram, or as I referred to him, Frank, attempted desperately to awake me. I groggily peered at him, running my lanky fingers through the wisps of my blonde hair. I sighed densely, shaking myself awake. “Yes, Frank?” I scowled, angered to be awake at such a late hour. He swallowed and blinked a few times, breathing deep. “Ettie, I’m terrified. This noise, this monstrous noise filled the air. It was loud and disgusting, and it wasn’t good… Wasn’t good at all. We need out! I don’t want to be here. I don’t trust….I
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“Frank, Bert is still on the boat. We have to get him, Frank. He’s only two!” I was trying to remain calm, but through the gushes of noise and fear, staying orderly was nearly impossible. Frank nodded to me in understanding, climbing out the small boat into the larger one. Minutes seemed to last as long as hours waiting for his return. We reserved his spot, but our boat was filling quickly. Broads of all sorts, rich and filthy alike were all around us, but I could not leave without him. Finally, I could see him. Clutching Bertram in his arms, he ran quickly to our boat. He pushed through the crowds, dropping our son in slooply. He reached one leg in, heading to our boat. In a swift, startling motion, he was pushed back. I gasped sharply, trying hard not to cry as he hit the deck. In the distance, I could hear a man scream, "Lower Boayt 10!" We slowly began to decend into the water. I couldn't help but reach to the sky, crying and beggging, praying to raise us and grab him before I lost him again. Sadly, it would never happen. I had lost him forever. Our boat hit the water with a large splash, send the icey, black water all over us. A chill ran down my spine. I reached towards my children, pulling them as close as
“Frank, Bert is still on the boat. We have to get him, Frank. He’s only two!” I was trying to remain calm, but through the gushes of noise and fear, staying orderly was nearly impossible. Frank nodded to me in understanding, climbing out the small boat into the larger one. Minutes seemed to last as long as hours waiting for his return. We reserved his spot, but our boat was filling quickly. Broads of all sorts, rich and filthy alike were all around us, but I could not leave without him. Finally, I could see him. Clutching Bertram in his arms, he ran quickly to our boat. He pushed through the crowds, dropping our son in slooply. He reached one leg in, heading to our boat. In a swift, startling motion, he was pushed back. I gasped sharply, trying hard not to cry as he hit the deck. In the distance, I could hear a man scream, "Lower Boayt 10!" We slowly began to decend into the water. I couldn't help but reach to the sky, crying and beggging, praying to raise us and grab him before I lost him again. Sadly, it would never happen. I had lost him forever. Our boat hit the water with a large splash, send the icey, black water all over us. A chill ran down my spine. I reached towards my children, pulling them as close as