It seemed very strange; the way the light glistened on the moving waters of the river, at this time of night. It was the 'twilight zone' as some people call it, and the moon shone vigorously in the sky. Admittedly I was very intrigued, so I decided to go down to investigate. I quietly crept down, not daring to make a sound that might cause me to be discovered, and I hid carefully behind the bushes by the riverbank.

I leant as far forward as I dared and managed to see under the bridge, where a canal boat was moored. Slightly disappointed and disinterested I stood up. But as I did so I noticed some men, who were climbing off the boat, so I quickly dipped down again and watched intently, wondering what it was that kept them out here at such a time.                                           

  I couldn’t see much as the clouds were to thick for the struggling moon, so there was little light, but I could make out some of what they were saying, so I listened in curiously. I could here they calling “bring him here!”

I then hear some one struggling. It was a few seconds later when I heard a muffled scream.

I looked up at the dark sky, and watched the wind blow the heavy layer of cloud away so the moon could shine bright once again. I looked back under the bridge and saw a man holding the gun to someone face who was kneeling in front of him and looked like he was tied up and had the look of someone pleading for his life.

by Catherine Ford (c)2000              

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