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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Break (02/06/06)

TITLE: The Accident
By Kate Wells
02/10/06


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The little boy ran into the house holding his arm and wailing like a fire engine. Laura, his mother, ran from the kitchen to the front door in three seconds flat.

"What is it, baby?" she asked, kneeling down in front of him and looking for anything that might be causing such distress in her seven year old son.

That's when she realized he was holding his left arm and trying to keep her from touching it. She had to convince him to let her remove his coat.

"Where does it hurt, Mike?" she asked while examining his arm. And then she saw that his arm was not in a normal position. It was swollen right above the elbow. Right at the break.

"Oh, Michael!" She exclaimed as she reached for her cell phone to call the pediatrician. When she described the break, he told her to meet him at the hospital.

She wrapped a quilt around her little boy as his coat would not easily go back on that arm. She was guiding him out the door just as her neighbor, Brenda Baxter, approached the porch.
Brenda did not look happy. She had that tight lipped, squinty eyed look she always got when Tom mowed a little too close to her rose bushes.

Laura was trying to juggle her purse and keys and keep the quilt around Mikey as she moved toward the driveway.

"Laura! I need to talk to you."

"Not now, Brenda", she replied, "I have to get Mike to the doctor"

"The doctor?", she exclaimed, "It's my Meggie that should be going to the doctor!"

Laura tried to gently buckle her son into his seatbelt while ignoring her neighbor.

"Laura", she demanded "Megan has a huge bruise on her cheek and her arm is badly scratched! She told me your Michael pushed her right off her bike onto the sidewalk."

Right then is when their across the street neighbor, Mrs. Hatcher, gingerly approached them. She was elderly and was taking quite a while to walk up the steep driveway.

Laura, quite out of patience, shouted as politely as she could down the driveway, "I'm on my way to the doctor, Mrs. Hatcher. Is there something I can help you with?"

Laura could not believe that she had Brenda Baxter griping at her about her annoying little Megan and Myrtle Hatcher coming up the driveway in slow motion and all she wanted to do was get her son to the hospital. It was just craziness. Just then she noticed that Mrs. Hatcher was holding out a slip of paper toward her.

"I saw it all, dear", she said, "here's the license number".

"You saw what", Mrs. Hatcher?"

"Why, the accident, dear, and the way your little boy saved Mrs. Baxter's child."

Laura and Brenda exchanged puzzled glances.

"Mrs. Hatcher, what did you see?" Laura asked.

"Well, the children were all playing there at the end of Mrs. Baxter's driveway. They were taking turns riding a bicycle and little Megan...she certainly is growing...well, she was about to have her turn. She was just about to take off when young Michael saw the car coming. I cannot believe they drive so fast down this street. Why, when Mr. Hatcher and I first moved here..."

"Mrs. Hatcher!..." both women chimed in together, startling her back to her story.

"Oh, sorry, dear. I was saying, this car was coming so fast... here... here's the license number. I wrote it down!"

"Thank you", Laura said, taking the slip of paper as she continued to listen to the elderly woman.

"Your Michael saw what was about to happen. That car was coming right at Megan Baxter and Mike pushed the bicycle as hard as he could and, bless his little heart, he tried to jump out of the way, but he didn't quite make it. Is he alright, dear?"

Brenda looked ashamed of herself as she realized that little Michael had quite likely saved her daughter's life by acting so quickly. She took Laura by the hand, and sincerely apologized.

"It's Ok, Brenda. I really need to go now." she said. "I'm glad Megan's going to be alright."

Brenda Baxter leaned into the car window just then and put one hand on Mike's tear streaked face and simply said, "Thank you, Mikey...thank you."

Mike just responded with one of those priceless seven year old missing tooth smiles.


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Stevie McHugh02/13/06
Nice story -- well told with realistic dialogue.
Jan Ackerson 02/16/06
Good job! Poor little guy...nice characterizations here.
Karen Heslink02/16/06
Great story. I really like the touch of humor at the end where he smiled with his tothless grin.
Maxx .02/17/06
Nice story. Isn't it always the way that we try to blame and get impatient when we don't have all the facts. Good job!
Shari Armstrong 02/17/06
A very nice story - love the smile at the end :)
Amanda D'costa02/21/06
How realistic! This is how most of us really are, or atleast me. Jump to conclusions and have pre conceived ideas and notions. Your article gives a very clear example of man's folly and also the need to clear our minds of prejudices and judgements. A good write! Keep it up. I loved it. Jesus loves you very much... He always has and always will!

With love in Jesus,

Amanda