The river was flowing faster towards the falls. Clark was struggling to keep the boat straight. All Simon wanted was a good picture overlooking the waterfall and the area below – mom would love it.
The currents picked up. The boat was out of Clark’s control. Simon could see the strain across his father’s face – something was wrong.
“Are we going to be alright?” Simon asked.
“Just fine. I just need to get us over to the shallow side.”
“It’s not letting me.”
Water splashed over the side of the boat. It was too late, Clark knew it.
“Listen to me. OK?” Simon nodded. His eyes wide and full of tears. “Plug your nose. Keep your eyes and mouth closed tight. Got it? You have a life-jacket on. You’ll be fine?”
“But you’re not wearing one, dad?”
The tip of the boat dropped. They plunged down. Simon and Clark held on as their gear fell from the boat and disappeared into the roaring waters below.
Tourists swarmed at the bottom of the falls. The boat appeared capsized. Gear floated away. Simon popped up gasping for air.
A man pulled him towards land. “Help is coming. Don’t worry.”
Simon looked across the river: Clark was laying there.
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