Hoping for a Good Samaritan

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman
PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

The oncoming lights flashed by quickly. She began to feel a sense of desperation. Why would nobody stop? She looked over the edge and saw his head bobbing in the water, knowing that soon he would lose the strength to stay afloat. She continued to wave her hands frantically at the cars moving by, hoping for a good Samaritan. He had thought himself invincible and now look where he was – at the mercy of a stranger who may stop too late! She regretted bitterly the decision to join him tonight. She preferred the serenity of a life without mishap.

Do you think a motorist will stop?

friday-fictioneers-badge© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

26 thoughts on “Hoping for a Good Samaritan

  1. I think someone will stop and save both of them. But there is a shameful secret at the root of his actions. His air of invulnerability conceals a very young, frightened heart which can barely stand to stay alive. So he will continue his reckless actions, and it will take a great deal of understanding and love on her part before he realizes what is really going on in his mind. Recovery will be slow, and both of them will be involved.
    Just an idea.

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  2. I sure hope so, otherwise she will have to jump in herself.

    Excellent interpretation of the prompt Colline. You are so great at this. 🙂


  3. It’s a good question you pose. I am amazed by both those who drive by and those who stop. It is very difficult to predict.
    Good piece.


  4. No one will stop before it is too late and as he takes his last breath she will summon the courage to jump in and save him. But alas she is too late she can only save herself. She will live the rest of her days regretting letting fear control her and vows to never let it happen again.


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