The sun is just about to touch the horizon. The colours in the sky are amazing, deep reds and purples as far as the eye can see. It’s beautiful, but I’m worried about what it all means.
Things have been quiet. Zoe is keeping to herself, nothing new there I guess. Tess has a conversation with the journal every now and then but tries to hide it. I’m watching the clouds when I feel a hand on my arm, “Dad?”
“I have to pee.”
Zoe’s eyes go wide.
“Oh.” I look around the boat, for what I’m not entirely sure, but surprisingly enough I don’t find it.
“Well, I think you’re just going to have to sit on the edge of the boat.”
Tess scrunches her nose, “What?”
“You know, just hang your bum over a little, then…”
She’s staring, waiting for me to finish my thought. Zoe is trying not to laugh.
“You know, then you do your thing.”
She leans over to look at the water, and then back at me. She ponders the situation a moment. “You won’t let me fall in will you?”
“Of course not.”
Tess looks a little hesitant, but pulls down her underwear, lifts the back of her dress and sits up on the side of the boat. I put my hands out and she latches on to my fingers. She wiggles back a little, and then looks me dead in the eye, “Don’t look!”
I turn my head, “Sorry…”
Wonder what’s going on? Start here -> The Flood – Prologue