GENRE: Adult SECRET
Sestra worked the oars through the endless ocean, sinking them into the thick blue and pulling them up translucent in the sun. Every bit of her dripped either from the salty spray or sweat. She’d been rowing for hours now, and the sun reclined at a comfortable high noon position. It had been dark when she left.
Water lapped up between the cracks in her raft. She hadn’t sealed it as well as she’d wanted, but she hadn’t exactly planned this. Or she had, but not quite so soon. Sestra had always known that she’d run away someday. It was just what she did.
She wasn’t sure where she was going. She knew what she was looking for, just not where it was exactly. So she rowed and rowed, like every day, a combination of rowing and floating and rowing again. After the flood, that’s all there was to do.