An experiment with the graphic side of flash ^^
Younger version: [link]
“Things got out of hand”. He nodded solemnly then turned on his heel and marched back along the strand. I could only stare towards the shaded man ahead as he faded into the distance, taking all my hope of seeing Kane again.
It took a whole year for the explanation of his disappearance to be unearthed. He was playing at the docks when a firework was let off and span out of control. Supposedly it exploded close to him, destroyed the decking, and sent him flying into the sea. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. No-one was to blame. But for something like that to happen to someone so young is unthinkable.
It’s been eight years since the accident.
The ocean was a little raspy this morning but the waters surface seems calmer now that we’re on the fishing boat. My grandfather had been nagging to go with him all week. ‘Ye need to get out of the house and do something proper like’, he’d say. How boring.
As the day went on the waves became restless again so we decided to row back to shore. It was a pointless trip anyway. We didn’t even catch anything. A large shadow was cast on the boat and when I looked around I saw, to my horror, a huge wave toppling over us. I was tossed in all manner of directions, being spun and thrown by the savage waters. Deeper and deeper I sank. Then the ocean was still.
Daring to open my eyes, I then beheld a glittering form. I remember it reached out a pale hand to me. Everything after that is blurred till the next morning.
As soon as I open my eyes, worried smiles and tears greet me. My grandfather is sitting beside the hospital bed fussing over me like a new born. Scratches visibly cover his exposed skin, one in particular lined with six neat stitches. He seems okay at least. Without giving me a second more to think, he and the doctor explain what happened after the boat was toppled.
“I was so scared for you lass so when I saw ye at the beach in some lads’ arms I was so relieved. You’d have been dead if it wasn’t for him ye see. He says he saw the storm and jumped in right when he saw ye fell in. Though quite how he saved ye I don’t know lass. Must be a mighty good swimmer to survive that.” There was a knock at the door.
“It’s me, is she alright?”
“Ah! Speak of the devil”, my grandfather cried. A young and gentle looking man entered. He looked me up and down and sighed with relief.