The boat swerved at the last possible moment. In the faint running lights, Dana could see it was Ross.
“Ross!” She screamed.
This serial story started on Full Tilt Retreat. I'm giving it its own space (major project to make the transfer) and returning Full Tilt Retreat to its original function. I will not have the transfers or the links done for a while, so use the archives at the two sites to navigate. These entries will start as first drafts and sometimes be updated. It is scary to post early drafts so please be gentle with your comments, but comment occasionally so I won’t feel adrift. Thank you!