I wanted to yank the door open and rip it out of her hand, but knew that was stupid. I had a window of escape that was, statistically, already cranking shut. I glanced at the doorways on either end of the room. Flute Girl had probably been in bed, so that one led to the bedrooms, best guess. I he...
He scrambled up onto all fours, reaching out with one hand for something to steady himself with as the boat pitched violently to the side. He called out, “Mom!” “Marco!” His mom sounded very close, so he reached out. His fingers brushed an arm, so he grasped and held on, pulling. “Dad?” The voice...
She was asleep and he wondered whether leaving her was a good idea. But he was so sweaty and hot. Cooling off in fresh water was too tempting. She would be fine if they weren’t gone too long. He grabbed a towel off the pile. “Okay, anybody got a watch?” Nacho raised his wrist. “What time is it?” ...
He barely budged, and I knew that wouldn’t work. So I let go and he fell back where he’d been. The life vest he’d worn off the plane still sat in the corner. Kneeling in front of him, I struggled to put the vest on him. My voice was as calm and soot...
She pushed him away gently, then yawned and sat up, stretching her arms above her head. Her body was stiff from sleeping on the sand, and she wondered when she would ever get to sleep in a real bed again. She checked on Yvonna. Her forehead was hot, but she seemed to be resting peacefully. Cash w...