A Boat Ride
We were a gang of three but only one could swim. He was a cadet of the naval wing.
He borrowed a boat and took us for a ride. Unexpectedly the clouds came, wind rose and the rudder came unstuck; we could move only in circles.
There were no life-jackets. That was a fatal error. But there was a glimmer of hope for it was still not dark.
‘Search party would come,’ he said.
But he was worried. His coach was impartial and ruthless in dealing with errant cadets; he had lied while borrowing the boat that we all could swim.
(The story is based on a real life incident of school days.)
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt and
Three Word Wednesday; word prompts- fatal, glimmer, impartial.
Word count -101