With a deep breath and shaking legs he stepped on the flimsy looking rope bridge.
It was the only way to cross the river swelled by recent rains. Marco was afraid of slipping and falling in the water. But he was more afraid that if he didn’t fetch the doctor, his ma may not make it. So praying to God, and taking very cautious steps he reached the other end of the bridge.
As soon as he stepped on the firm ground, he ran towards the doctor’s home, hoping to find him there.
Written for MLMM- Photo Challenge # 427, hosted by Weejars