Being a wrecker and living in the Exumas can be a tough, invisible life. You go up and down the broken chain of Bahamian coral, day after day, trying to beat the natives to the good spots, searching for wrecks. It is salty, lonely and …
Waking up was not an easy thing to do. There are stages to waking from a drug-induced sleep. First, I could hear. Then, I could feel. Then, I could see. And, then I could think. I remembered the dream and cried a little, just a whimper that turned into the moaning sound.
She was just tall enough that she could rest against my shoulder and the top of her head reach my chin. Her skin was a cinnamon color—a flavor.