Maybe you don’t need one. You can always use your hands, right? Wait, there’s a stick floating–grab it–you could use it as a pole, like one of those Oxford boys punting on the–whatever that river’s called. Is it a lake? Wait, fuck, no, grab it, grab it! Damn. Okay, well, you still have hands. Better get paddlin’.
Lady Courtaire
He paddled to shore, the raft was taking in water at an alarming rate. The beach was in site, he could see the sun glinting off the sand, so close he could almost feel the solid ground beneath his feet again. But the boat was sinking.
Maybe you don’t need one. You can always use your hands, right? Wait, there’s a stick floating–grab it–you could use it as a pole, like one of those Oxford boys punting on the–whatever that river’s called. Is it a lake? Wait, fuck, no, grab it, grab it! Damn. Okay, well, you still have hands. Better get paddlin’.
He paddled to shore, the raft was taking in water at an alarming rate. The beach was in site, he could see the sun glinting off the sand, so close he could almost feel the solid ground beneath his feet again. But the boat was sinking.