Incineration (The Incubation Trilogy Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
None of the others are early risers, or if they are, they’ve got duties to attend to in other parts of the ship. It rained hard overnight and the deck is slick. Water drops bead on the metal railing and the air smells clean. Idris slants me a look when I appear and eases over to make room for me at the rail. There’s an extra fishing rod lying at his feet and he nods at it. “Help yourself.” I inspect the glittering silver and red lure and figure out the casting mechanism. Sort of. I’ve seen people fishing before, old men on bridges in Jacksonville, dangling their lines in the water as the Kube train went by, but I’ve never held a rod. Watching Idris cast twice, I think I’ve got the hang of it. I angle the tip of the rod back and then jerk it forward. The line unspools and the lure drops at my feet. Idris laughs. I look up, startled. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Idris laugh. He throws his head back so his tanned throat is exposed. He looks younger.
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