Thursday, October 27, 2016

Over the Bridge - A Short Story

He held our kids next to his chest where his rotten heart was beating and jumped…

Time stopped ticking and so did she. When thirty one year old Ruth Imafidon finally found her voice to scream, she gained her motor skills as well, running back to the car to get her cellphone and with shaky hands dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency.”

“My… My…”

“Ma’am slowdown, just breath, slowly. What’s the emergency?”

“My hus… my kids. He… he jumped!” she broke down hysterically.

“Did you say your husband jumped? Where are you right now? Ma’am, can you hear me? I need a location and I’ll send help immediately.”

“Um,” she swallowed, trying to piece herself together to give the dispatcher the information she needed to save her children.

“I don’t know where I am, I… I can’t think. God I can’t think. Why can’t I think?!”She yelled, slapping herself hard on the face several times.

“Can you describe the place?”

“Umm, there’s, there’s water,” she said, pacing around her car, “and a bridge and my babies, my babies, they’re gone!” 

“Alright, please stay on the phone, help is on its way.”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

The pain of waiting until she heard the sirens drawing nearer and nearer was worse than labor pain. Her children hadn’t come up for air and neither had their father who couldn’t swim!

“They can’t swim!” she cried over and over and over again, running to the first police officer that pulled over.

“My babies, they can’t swim, help them sir, please help them.”

More and more of them came to her aid with questions to begin with.

“Ma’am, what happened?”

“No questions! No questions.” she begged them, “Please just save them.”

“But madam, we need to know who’s down there.” The officer who held her in his arms asked while others surveyed the premises.

“My husband and my two kids. They are three and five.”

“The mother just informed us that there’s a husband down there and two kids, three years old and another who’s five...”

Ruth looked up at the officer speaking to his radio and began shaking her head. “Did I say three years old? No,” she shook her head, “She’s three months old. My daughter is only three months old.”

“Shit!” The officer blurted out, and then coughed, having recieved the biggest the shock of his only two years in the police force. “It’s a three month old; get someone to go over that bridge now!” He then focused his attention back on Ruth.

“I know this is scary and I know there’s a lot happening right now, but you see those men,” he pointed the crew who were getting prepared to go over the bridge. “They’re going to do all they can to save your husband and those kids. But right now I need you to answer some questions for me, okay?”

When she saw one of the men begin climbing down she nodded.

“Good. First, what happened, I need you to try to remember as much as you can now, okay?” The officer said, drawing out his little pocket notebook to write down her story.

          “We were coming back from picking up my oldest, Chris from school. We were supposed to go to the clinic afterwards because my youngest is sick; she hasn’t been eating much as well. I was reminding him of his mother’s request for money when he snapped at me.”

          “Money, money, money! Do they think I have it growing in my backyard?!” He’d yelled angrily.

          “I told him to calm down and that we’ll figure things out but it was as if I’d added fuel to his bitterness. I know were not doing so well financially, and since having the baby I’ve been at home because of some complications from her birth and things are getting harder for us but I never thought he would do this… to me, to himself, and to our innocent children.”

          “Does your husband have a job?”

          “He did but he lost it after taking so much time off to care for me after the baby came. You see, we don’t have any family here. It’s just us and the kids. My mother and his, our other family all live in Nigeria. We’re alone here.”

          “What happened next?”

          “We started arguing, screaming like normal couples do. Oh my God is everything okay?” she said, looking over at the men who’d gone in search of her family.
          “Let them do their job, madam, you just focus on my questions for now. What happened next?”

          “Next is my husband parked the car, flew out of the car, opened the backseat, grabbed my baby girl from her car seat and then our son and ran over to the other side of the bridge, threatening to end his life. I pleaded with him officer, I cried and begged and begged but he didn’t listen…” she sobbed. “He said he was sorry and before I could blink, he jumped, he held my babies to his chest like this,” she demonstrated, “and jumped.”

          “I think we got something down here.” A voice said on the radio and Ruth picked her feet up, racing over to the other side of the bridge where her husband had jumped.
          “We see three bodies, two males, one seem to be the husband and the other a little boy.” The rescue team called out.

          “Yes, yes, that’s them, please God let them be okay.” she prayed, hands jammed together, she prayed. A minute later, she watched them pulled up her family from the dirty puddle of water and into an ambulance. Their first attempted treatment on the bodies was CPR. Ruth was held down by the officer who’d previously questioned  her. He said things were going to be fine, and she hoped he was right when another officer began that long stride to where she was; waiting patiently for some answers herself.
          “Officer,” she jumped up to meet the man coming towards her with the good news she desperately needed. “How are my babies?”

          “Ma’am,” he paused, “I’m sorry but they couldn’t save them. But your husband should be fine.”

          “My…” she choked on her remaining sentence, unable to breathe as she drew back in horror. “They didn’t what? What are you talking about? My children were in the car, we were going to go to the clinic and afterwards we were going to go home and I was going to help Chris complete his homework and now you’re telling me that they’re gone? Just like that? Just like that?” she whimpered, unable to bring herself to repeat what the officer had said and unable to accept that her two precious babies were no more.

          “Madam, Madam, would like to speak to your husband?” The officer asked for the third time.


How do you think the conversation with her husband would go? 


  1. Wooooooooow
    peace I didn't know you were updating since and I have been clicking the blog bookmark until I checked Google plus to check if you still remembered us

    oh no
    I missed alot
    since August o


    I went bookmarked wrongly

    thank God I am on the write page now.

    I changed my phone,that's why

    let me go and Quickly catch up

  2. I hope you read this. YOUR comment made me absolutely happy. I've een wondering where you've been since. I haven't posted alot though because I've been so busy. I'm really glad to have you back again.

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  3. My goodness Peace!!!
    there should be no conversation at all!!

    this is heartbreaking

    Glad you back though :)

  4. There will be no conversation. Of course, she wouldn't want to talk to him, at least not yet. And even if there's a conversation, it would be awkward and kinda hostile. He's silly!

  5. Any conversation would be in court! There is no need having a conversation with a murderer.

  6. Instead, the officer could probably have asked, madam, would you like to strangle him?

    1. Lol. I like this question much better! Mentally she must have already murdered him a million times.


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