I wrote the following unfinished piece of work "Act of bravery" in July 2013.
Beads of perspiration rolled down
Davin’s cheeks incessantly like broken beads. Trudging back home from school, Davin felt as glum as an oyster. My
school bag really weighed like a ton of bricks! However the very thought of his
favourite dish that his mother had promised to cook for him, awaiting him at
home, reenergized his flagging spirits. “The teacher really gives lots of
homework. The load of homework is indeed superfluous!” Davin muttered to
himself grumpily.
With the sun blazing down mercilessly
from the azure blue sky and onto the fast wilting walking figure, Davin
suddenly caught a strong whiff of smoke. What is this? At that juncture, a
shrill cry for help sent Davin reeling from his thoughts and back into the reality
of the present. To his utmost horror, Davin froze in his tracks, open-mouthed.
A flat just a hundred metres ahead was on fire!
Unrelentingly, crimson-red flames
licked the flat and threatened menacingly to burn down the entire building.
People running out of the flat were screaming helplessly and in great despair,
while burly firefighters on the scene were trying desperately to put out the
blazing flames. Just then, what Davin saw out of the corner of his eye made him
gasp. Several passers-by were trying to hold back an agitated mother from
rushing back into the burning inferno – her daughter was apparently still
trapped in her apartment! “Please save my daughter! Oh please, someone, please
…, “ cries filled with abysmal despair rang out from the distraught mother’s
lips, her eyes darting imploring glances to those around her. Without the
slightest hesitation, Davin knew instinctively what he had to do.
As brave as a lion, without heeding any
care over his personal safety, Davin dashed into the burning flat and up the
stairs like a bullet from a revolver. Reaching the apartment of the little
girl, he found the entire place engulfed in flames and thick smoke. No matter
how fearsome the fire was, Davin remained as cool as a cucumber, determined to
save the little girl. Taking a few seconds more to accustom himself to the
harsh choking smoke, he then started calling out, “Little girl, where are you?”
“I’m here!” the shrill voice of a child
filled with renewed hope called out from within the smoky apartment.
“Where?” Davin asked loudly as he felt
his way forward with his outstretched arms.
“Over here!”
Davin rushed to open all the doors of
the bedrooms. Finally on opening the last door, he saw the little girl ...
Nerve-biting episode above - perhaps I will be using this or completing this in another story some time later.
Till the next time,
not my, is davin
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