Gilbert looks at his phone. His eyes keep a watch toward the side. The ford across the river was starting to show. The water levels slowly dissipate. The last group of people made it through fine.
He is waiting for a couple more people. He crosses this ford often enough to know what’s under the water. It has tired to grab him once. After that he swore it’ll never happen again.
His eye sees a wave running backwards away from the ford. He can make it quickly. His legs move quick. He draws a line straight through the water. Behind him, a mother and toddler come. The little girl wants Rio splash in the water. Gilbert hears the slashing. He fears the wave has stuck.
Turning the wave rolls back toward the ford. The girl screams the giggly happy child noise. Mom is all smiles. Gilbert’s face stretches thin. His slack jaw wants to tell to them. But it’s too late. They are gone.
A frantic man yells “help, help the wave got them!!”
Written as part of a weekly challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.