Passing through the white fog gave the impression that the canoe stood still. There was no receding shoreline for Leticia to judge the speed or distance. Her shoulder and neck ached from the tension of holding the compass out for Rebecca to navigate. She couldn’t imagine how badly Rebecca and Miles would hurt by the time they reached the Canadian shore. The needle swung as they hit incoming swells and crossed the shore currents. Once out in the cooler deep water, the fog finally lifted. Wraiths of mist swirled around them.
The Bones: Crossing, Chapter 10 by Laura Wythe (available on Amazon)
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