The exercise:
Write about: the cruise ship.
Kat and I are off cruising with my family to celebrate my parents 40th anniversary - be back on the 25th.
Mine:
We watched the ship approach our island from the cover of the trees. Andy was already running his thumb over the handle of his knife.
"Patience," I whispered. "It'll be any second now..."
He didn't answer, instead running a rough tongue over his cracked lips. My stomach grumbled loudly.
The monstrous boat edged steadily closer, its white hull nearly blinding us in the late afternoon sunshine. Was it close enough to shore? It was difficult to judge.
"There it is!" Andy said, louder than I liked.
But he was right - the boat had come to a halt. They had dropped anchor.
