It was a beautiful Sunday. Miss Loh decided to give a call to her sister.
"How about if I took the children off your hands today Sis? I'd like to bring them to the Sentosa beach."
An hour or two later, the lady was seated on a mat underneath a shady tree by the sea. On the mat were a jug of ice-cold lemonade, some hot pastries and bright blue container, a bunch of deep purple grapes and some brown paper packets of rice. The paper cups and plates had been arranged neatly by her side. The lady sat with her legs stretched out before her. She had on her sunglasses and had been rubbing blobs of sun-block cream on her arms. She smiled as she looked at the the two girls playing with their pail and spades near the water's edge.
Miss Loh notice that there were few other picnickers about. On her fat right, was noisy Malay family. It appeared they had been overnighting. Some Tents had been pitched about them.
Suddenly, Miss Loh heard screams. Her two nieces were calling out to her. They were trying to alert her to something or someone in the sea. Miss Loh saw the struggling child. He was just a little way off the demarcation poin beyond which swimmers were forbidden. Miss loh jumped into the sea. She was a powerful swimmer and soon reached the struggling boy. Placing her arms underneath his neck, she gently yet firmly brought him back to shore. A crowd of frantic relatives had already gathered there. A mother wailed and fell heavily at the side of the unconscious boy.
After many efforts at resuscitation, they finally gave up. The boy had died. Miss Loh and her two nieces walked quietly away. It was indeed tragic. That ended Miss Loh picnic.
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