Stilt Town

The boy made his way along the narrow, rickety bridge. Reaching the other side of the town was sometimes difficult, especially in a high wind. There was always a danger of falling, down into the wild see bellow. But Jak had never fallen before, and he was determined that he never would. His family needed him. The bridge was more slippery than it had ever been, like the skin of the eels he had caught with his sister last week. He was halfway across by now, only a few more steps to go. One step, two steps. It was then that Jak made his final mistake of looking down, and with that his feet broke through the wooden boards and he fell. The sea was an icey monster, dragging him down, down. Dozens of children drowned here every year, he probably wouldn’t even be missed.