The River

The world went dark. The fierce wind blew from North. Thomas was determined to get to the land safe in his little shaky canoe. He paddled hard and fast but the wind was very strong and it took all his willpower to continue. Suddenly, lightning discharged in the dark sky, almost immediatelly followed by wrathful thunder. Thomass felt uneasy. The river was wide and the bank was still far. Big raindrops whipped him painfully and his strength was depleating, but it didn't stop him. Somewhere in the distance he heard a cry. Bewildered he stopped padling and looked around there was no one. Yet again - the cry, this time closer. Thomass was convinced that it was a child. He started frantically looking around, but the rain was heavy and he could not see too far ahead. Another cry to his left. It felt like this crier was circling around him. The thought about a child was instantly dropped and Thomass returned to padling, he had heard too many horrifying storries about this river to sit and wait for his death to come.