Leah Braves the Flood by Julie Gilbert

Author:Julie Gilbert [Gilbert, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Capstone; Stone Arch Books; Girls Survive; Julie Gilbert; Jane Pica; Great Molasses Flood; Action & Adventure/Survival Stories; Historical Fiction; 9781496596865; 9781496599094; 9781496597601
Publisher: Capstone
Published: 2020-06-25T00:00:00+00:00

“Leah, be careful,” Francesca warned.

But it was too late. I had already shoved the board. In one split second, I knew I had made a mistake. I listened in horror as a pile of junk came crashing down on Francesca’s side of the crawl space.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Boston, Massachusetts

Commercial Street

January 15, 1919

1:17 p.m.

“Francesca! Francesca!” I shouted until my throat was raw as I clawed at the pile of rubble. I wasn’t going to let Francesca go without a fight.

I heaved myself over a board. My skirts twisted around my knees. The weight of the molasses dragged me down. I grasped another board, ignoring my injured hand, and pulled myself into what was left of Francesca’s half of the crawl space.

It was empty.

“Francesca!” I shouted again.

“Here,” came the weak reply.

I scanned the tiny space until I glimpsed red hair. Francesca clung to a wide board. Most of her body was out of the molasses, but her face was white.

“Oh no,” I whispered, looking at her leg. It stuck out at an odd angle. “Is it broken?”

“I think so. Something slammed into me when the building shifted,” she explained.

Shame filled me. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have tried to climb out of here.”

“Not your fault,” Francesca said, gritting her teeth. “You had to try to rescue us.”

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

She nodded. “And I’m starting to slip. I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Let me help.” I positioned myself behind Francesca and wrapped my arm around her chest, supporting her weight with my own. “Lean back.”

Francesca did as she was told, reclining against me. We were quiet for a moment. I still couldn’t hear anything from outside. At least the molasses was no longer rising. But syrup was hardening around us.

I wondered if we would turn into fossils, like the pictures I’d seen of prehistoric flies trapped in amber.

“Don’t worry, someone will find us soon,” I said. I wasn’t sure I believed it, though.

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