54 - Maeve
The log and I had reached a mutually advantageous agreement. I would not try to sit astride it, and it would not roll and slip down. I managed a more comfortable position with one arm around the soaked wood, and one snaking under to keep the slippery thing in position.
Nevertheless, a cold current made me shiver. I let out a perfect maiden-in-distress call, a shrill HELP! I’M HERE!
But the ant-sized people and toy-sized vehicles on the beach couldn’t hear me. I really regretted not having put on my bright red windbreaker. Too visible on the trails.
I twisted my body, my feet beating to propel me back, against the current kidnapping me away. I would not lose sight of the beach and its colored human pebbles.
Too soon, fatigue cramped my legs. My efforts would tire me long bef
