"There? On the platform?" I'd barely absorbed Charlotte's words.
Charlotte was there, the day it happened.
"I was in the middle - it was so packed - I saw his head." A sharp inhale. "He was stood right at the edge, I tried to move forwards but no one was budging. There was this person - a bloke I think - edging through towards him. He got close, there was this sudden swell, and then David wasn't there, and then the screaming, the screaming..."
Charlotte's hands covered her ears. Beneath the surface, I saw the scolding bubbles of self reproach.
"Char, this wasn't your fault."
"Chrissy, I should have done something!"
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was... Beneath the surface ...
This is part of a wider story. You can read the other instalments in the series here.