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Hi there, Sixers and welcome back! I skipped the whole month of November for NaNoWriMo, so let's dive right back in where we left off last time in my YA adventure The Days Adrift. The three girl fugitives were lost, at the mercy of the sea, until last time, one of them discovered an outpost. This is part #12.
Brita throws the rope towards the plank and wraps it around the brittle pole. Is this real? I sit on deck, stone-still. Underneath the blanket Tams' cold fingers slap my hand as if to say bloody hell, we just got our lives back. Yes we have. I just never thought I'd be a quiet spectator when it happened.
That last line is poignant. Excellent six this week!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jess!
DeleteYeah, that last line is great. Sometimes we surprise ourselves with what we do -- and what we don't.
ReplyDeleteGreat six!
Thank you, it's great to hear that the punch line hit. :)
DeleteI meant to add, that's a great image!
ReplyDeleteThere's something particularly interesting to me about a color image that is mostly black and white.
Are you the photographer?
No, I wish I'd be able to take pictures like that. :)
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