Above them, on the road, cars thundered past, ignoring the fifty mile an hour limit. The few drivers who did notice simply saw a group of kids messing around. Nothing to worry about, nothing they would even remember if it wasn’t for what came later.On the path the children ran their hands along the steel tubes, the vibrating metal that supported the bridge. The only colours were the green painted steel and the orange warning signs. Looking over the river they could see East Hull in the distance, the flat roof of Hull Royal where all four had been born, the glass turret of The Deep aquarium where Ben had celebrated his tenth birthday. Their lives were set out before them.Out in the water, red buoys moved to the swell of the tide, their bells calling out, though there were no boats on the river, just the children to listen to their warning.Noah knelt on the gravel to re-tie his shoe lace, then placed his forehead on the dead fish and began to mutter a prayer, but backwards. Cheryl snorted.“You can’t just conjure the Devil like that!”Noah looked up, black eyes glinting defiantly.
