The torrential rain had let up, and David Lahey stood on a riverbank above the rushing, brown waters. His breath came in heaves; he’d run about a hundred yards downriver. He hoped to snag an upturned sofa with his hands or a long branch. He HAD to grab it somehow, and rescue Mattie, the love of his life.
Thunder crashed and strips of lightening danced on the early morning horizon, and still no sign of the floating sofa. Household debris seemed to float by more rapidly now, and the frothy Killmore river waters slammed the junk against tree trunks and automobiles with stove in doors and front ends.
David looked upriver and called as loud as he could. “MATTIE! MATTIE, CAN YOU HEAR ME? MAAAAAAAAATTIE!” The only response was the gurgling of the Killmore waters, and the creaking and scraping of litter being deposited on the riverbank below.
David began to tremble; the warmth had left his sodden clothes. Somewhere he’d lost his shoes. He HAD to find her, she HAD to be able to hold on to her floating sofa. “MAAAAAATTIE!” He shouted again.
Mattie appeared, riding the sofa, on the far side of the river. “MAAAAAATTIE, MAAAAAATTIE, OVER HERE!” He bellowed.
The crashing waters muffled his cries, and Mattie heard nothing. She clung to the sofa. Her hair was wet, tangled, and plastered across her face. She struggled to stay aboard the unsteady sofa she rode.
David watched the sofa bump into a semi-submerged object, change course, and make a slight turn in his direction. The current now carried the sofa, and Mattie, toward his side of the river.
Lahey scrambled over a guardrail and slid down the side of the riverbank. He tried to calculate Mattie’s direction of travel, and figured he could wade a short way into the current and grab the sofa as it passed by.
“MAAAAAATTIE!” He called again. And still, she heard not. He could see her clearly now. Her eyes were white with fright, and she held tightly to the pitching and swirling upturned sofa. The wind had picked up, and white caps formed on river waves. Flotsam began to accumulate on the shore, and David stepped in and around it, out into the murky depths. He grabbed a thick tree branch that floated by, and quit moving when the water reached his waste.
The sofa, and Mattie, came directly at him, and seemed to slow down. “MATTIE!” He shouted, and her head spun round at his call. She raised up and shook her head trying to clear the hair from her eyes.
David drove his branch into the muddy river bottom, extended his free hand, and grabbed hold of the floating sofa. The current turned the piece of furniture around, and David struggled to haul it to the shoreline.
A brilliant sun broke through pewter clouds. The wind ceased, and a heavy wetness permeated the air around the floodwaters.
David didn’t notice a think. He sat in the sunshine with his arms around the love of his life. She was safe now; she and he were once again united. Nothing in the world would ever separate them again. And ever so slowly, David and his dog climbed the side of the river bank.