Chapter 4: Cars and VoodooOswald didn’t remember the guy’s name. They’d been introduced, but that had been a lifetime ago. With one last tug, the guy managed to pull him out of the water and onto the grass-covered riverbank.
“There you go.”
Oswald would’ve said something if it hadn’t been for the tremors shaking his body.
“Do you mind if I check you over?” It wasn’t until he asked that Oswald realised the man hadn’t touched him any more than he needed to. Not once he’d had solid ground under his feet—or rather, body, since he’d crumbled to the ground on the first step out of the water.
“I’m fine. Only my hands hurt.” And his hip, and elbow, and forearms. His entire body ached, his throat sore as if he’d been screaming for hours.
“Okay…I guess it can wait then. You didn’t hit your head
