Sue Vincent’s prompt this week is this
Liam Trevor felt embarrassed. The Times wanted to interview him. Sky News had one of their top reporters on her way to speak to him. And the BBC had indicated there would be a slot on Panorama for his story.
He felt a fraud. ‘The man who escaped death’ ‘The Human Cat’ ‘Bungy Boy’. He was just lucky. Ok, so not many walked away from air crashes, especially when everyone else died. And falling 14 stories was always fatal unless you were lucky enough to fall into a truck full of cardboard boxes.
He also worried that there might be more to it. That was worse than being lucky. What if he was special? What if that woman, the old seer, was right and he had been charmed as she said he would be. If it was true, if he couldn’t die before he was 30 then he could make some real money.
He had an hour before the first interview. If he was going to milk this he had to know.
Did he have the guts to find out?
He shuffled forward and peered down the Chimney, a twenty metre fissure in the hillside. Light reflected back at him from the river that ran at the bottom. Just jump. That’s all. Trust to this charm. In his head he heard the Crone’s cackle. ‘Yer need balls, boy.’
Balls? He needed something a bit bigger, something to land on.
The voice came again. ‘Go on. Get on with it. If you dare.’
Another voice. His late father. ‘I believe in you, son.’
Liam paused then tipped forward. He just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much.
Unbeknownst to Liam a small group including a film crew watched as he disappeared into the hole.
Seconds later he reappeared, sprung from the shaft as if he had face planted a trampoline. People ran forward calling out his name as they helped him to his feet. Someone tossed a stone into the well. Several seconds passed before a splash was heard followed by a cheer. The reporter took Liam’s arm and led him to one side. He noted the shocked look on Liam’s face. ‘So, Liam Trevor, tell our readers what you’re thinking?’
Liam shook his head. He knew they wanted something about his fame, the inevitable wealth but all Liam could think about were the old woman’s words:
Nothing can kill you until you are 30
- That was going to be one shitty birthday.