Thursday, January 14, 2010

thirstday's excerpt

Rosetta got in and sat at the boat’s stern. Carter pushed off from shore, then leapt into the bow, falling not-so-gracefully into the craft. She laughed. She laughed a lot. He stepped over the front seat and sat in the middle one, facing aft, facing Rosetta. Then he paddled.

It felt peculiar venturing forward in reverse, but he put his trust in her vision, content to be blind for a while.