“Remember.” I whispered, “We walk across the bridge, dead quiet, not a whisper. Got it? And no stopping for a quick peep over the edge. Remember what happened to Billy yesterday.”
We got to the middle before we heard the thing sniffing. It knew we were there. I grabbed young Sally and tossed her over the rails. Huge, hairy arms grabbed her mid-air and dragged her beneath the bridge. There was a cracking sound of bones snapping and her screaming stopped.
As we safely reached the other side I wondered who I’d have to sacrifice for the return trip.
This is where we first met. God you were beautiful back then. Our friends said we were the ideal couple, made for each other. I believed them. Six weeks after that first meeting we were married. What a wonderful day. Everything was simply perfect. How so terribly wrong was I. Within a week I knew I’d made a mistake. I should have left, made a clean break, but I never had the courage, not until today. So, now it’s over, I’m back here for a celebratory drink. Might even manage two, before they find your body and then find me.
This is the life Jimmy. The sea breeze blowing through our baskets, the sun on our handles. I shall be sorry when this holiday ends. Look at our Sam over there, searching for crabs, not a care in the world. ‘Mind you don’t go out too far Samuel. You’re dad’s wheels are not what they were to come chasing after you if you get stuck’. Wonder if I should have put more lubrication on his legs? I’d hate him to get rusty. Right, I’m off to laze in the sun for a while Jimmy, keep an eye on our Sam.
“Dad, leave us alone. We’re having fun building dens. We keep telling you, we don’t want to help you outside!”
“But kids, it’s really important. I need all the help I can get and we haven’t got much time left. I thought I felt some rain as I was coming in. This could be it.”
“Mum! Dad’s being weird again.”
“Noah, leave the children be and stop scaring them. Get back to your boat building and I’ll come out and give you a hand after tea. And Noah… please take that silly helmet off, you’re going to frighten the neighbours.”
If only I could remember the actual words I’d used. Maybe saying them backwards would get those things down from the ceiling. He always made magic look so easy. A few words here and a nonchalant wave of his wand, was all it seemed to take. How come it hadn’t worked for me? He’ll be furious when he gets back. Some wizards would see the funny side of all this, but he won’t. Humour has never been one of his strong points. What I need is a spell to make myself disappear. On second thoughts, I think I’ll just run.