Summer plans were going well. Six-year old Wyatt and his big brother Mitch were at the water park.
"Yipee! The Wave Pool!" Wyatt shouted. He and Mitch ran to the deep end and dived in.
"Boys, wait! Come get your life vests," Mom shouted.
"We're coming!" said Mitch as he swam towards Mom.
"We're coming!" said Wyatt. He tried to swim after Mitch but two bigger boys pushed him under.
"Mitch, help!" Wyatt yelled as he gasped and bobbed up, "I'm stuck!" The boys pushed Wyatt under again.
Wyatt swam under the boys. He swam towards the shallow end. He gasped and bobbed up.
"Mitch, I'm here!" Wyatt yelled. He swam to the edge of the pool and got out.
Wyatt looked around. No Mom. No Mitch.
"Can you page my Mom?" Wyatt asked a lifeguard.
"Will the mother of Wyatt CrookedLetter please come to the lifeguard stand?" the lifeguard yelled through his megaphone.
Mom and Mitch came to the lifeguard stand.
"Wyatt, that was smart of you to page us," Mom said, "but next time don't jump into the deep end."
"Okay," said Wyatt, "I won't."
And he didn't.
Margaret Fieland, from Millis, MA, is a computer software engineer by day and a writer and musician by night. Fieland was born and raised in Manhattan but now lives in suburban Massachusetts. You may visit her website, Margaret Fieland: Poetry and Prose.
© 2007 Margaret Fieland. Original for CCF (Fielandsh grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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