Reflecting light

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  • Published 20211102
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-65-8
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

DAYS FROM NOW, when the ship pitches so hard Jesse is woken being tossed from the bed, he’ll remember his first moments on board. He’ll know the placement of furniture in the tiny room by memory, and in the dark, his eyes still adjusting, he’ll find his life vest, his mobile phone, his water bottle, remembering everything he’s ever heard about dehydration being the biggest killer at sea. He’ll fill the silver bottle in the bathroom sink and drink the water down in gulps before filling the bottle again. He won’t know how late it is but he’ll assume it’s after midnight by the way the water sloshes in his empty stomach. On the way out of his cabin, he’ll grab his weatherproof coat and his lanyard and it won’t be until he’s in the hallway that he’ll realise he needs to decide where he’s going. His parents’ room is just next door. But they are no longer the only people on board that he cares about. He needs to decide, if he’s going down, who he should be with.

 

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