[ The huddled shape on the shoreline would be easy to overlook, if she could stop from breathing, but it is the slow, steady heave of lungs that betrays her. The woman waiting at the border of serrated stone fading into black sand stirs herself at the pass of Mike's inquisitive gaze.
She looks him over, head to toe, and her full mouth stitches unhappily thin. For all that her rags are tattered, she draws them around herself like robes of office. ]
Oh- come here.
[ She splays her fingers on the indistinct boundary beside her, an invitation offered in less than earnestness, but more than irony. ]
iv.
She looks him over, head to toe, and her full mouth stitches unhappily thin. For all that her rags are tattered, she draws them around herself like robes of office. ]
Oh- come here.
[ She splays her fingers on the indistinct boundary beside her, an invitation offered in less than earnestness, but more than irony. ]
You swam all that way?