This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My story follows the picture prompt. Enjoy!
We were just high school kids on summer vacation. Four boys on a weekend canoe trip on the Au Sable River in Michigan.
A race was declared. The first to make it over the rapids without tipping over would be declared the winner. No one thought about the submerged rocks.
The late spring rains had made the river swift and turbulent. We made it through three or four rapids when we realized we were at the mercy of the raging river.
John leaned forward and started his strong stoke but lost his balance and never saw the rock that killed him.