He stood on the bridge, gazing down at the river a hundred feet below.
He hadn't much time; they would catch up with him any moment. He had tricked them and escaped from that dreadful place they called a "Rest Home." He was determined not to go back.
Laboriously he lifted his left leg, swung it over the retaining rail. With the last ounce of energy in his 96-year-old body, he heaved himself up and over the rail and dropped down toward the river as the strident siren of his pursuers' vehicle sounded faintly in his ears.
He hadn't much time; they would catch up with him any moment. He had tricked them and escaped from that dreadful place they called a "Rest Home." He was determined not to go back.
Laboriously he lifted his left leg, swung it over the retaining rail. With the last ounce of energy in his 96-year-old body, he heaved himself up and over the rail and dropped down toward the river as the strident siren of his pursuers' vehicle sounded faintly in his ears.
