I looked out. The familiar boat that I knew so well floated past a strange and new stretch of river. So weird to be on the ordinary Miss Genius with the continuous passing of unfamiliar river around us. I imagined that our boat sat still while everything else, including the trees, the riverbanks, and the buildings, moved past. The wheelhouse, decks, and the fixtures stayed our bubble of consistency as we slowly moved across the chart.
Posted by Marion Bouzou on Feb 7th, 2020 in Book Chapters