You’re here, Henry said.

Ida met Henry by the end of the creek, as they had planned to yesterday. I thought you won’t turn up, said Henry. Ida noticed the surprise in his voice.

I’m not scared, we have heard this story before we could walk. I just had problem slipping out of the house without my mom noticing, Ida said coolly. Did you bring the thing?

Henry held it up. A fishing string of 2 metres in length, not longer, not shorter.

Good, now c’mon. The sun is setting and we will lose the light soon. Ida led the way to the edge of the stone path. She turned to Henry, who should do this first?

I’ll go, since I am holding onto the string. Henry started dropping the string into the water, as if he was fishing. Now, half the string was in the water, and half above. What now?

Now, we wait. Ida said that, but she did not know what is next so what else could she have said?

Two minutes passed. Maybe seven, or ten, the pair did not know. They waited in silence but Henry was the one to break it. Am I getting tired or the string is getting heavier to hold on to?

What do you mean heavi- HENRY!

The big splash landed on half of Ida as she saw Henry lost a tug-of-war with whatever was on the other end of the fishing string. Ida’s hands turned cold as panic flooded her veins.

The sun has almost set behind the rolling fields. Ida froze for what felt like eternity. Then in the semi-darkness, she jumps into the water after Henry.