Rockhead Island
Rockhead IslandRockhead IslandAustin climbed the tight spiral staircase to the crow’s nest. She sat sideways on the thick cushions of the circular window seat, knees pulled up under her chin, neck craned, looking through the thick glass. Lightning flashed over the darkened ocean, too far away to be heard. She liked the crow’s nest; it was paradoxically exposed and cozy. It was also two floors above Roderick’s bed—which Austin had recently shared.
Austin climbed the tight Austin had sensed a change in Roderick’s demeanor. At first, she thought the change might be only in her head, her anxiety creating situations that didn’t really exist. He seemed to have eased off the pills and the alcohol, and Austin felt like Roderick now looked at her as if trying to solve a riddle.
