All Silent on the Flint

“Let’s leave,” Bobby said and headed for the boat.

He let out a sudden shriek and disappeared under the water.


Jones scanned the water for air bubbles, anything that would let him know his deputy was alright. He saw nothing but ripples where the boy had stood.

He studied the murky river closely. The ripples ceased and the sky and pine trees reflected on the water.

An arm shot out of the river.

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