The mossy stones peeked out of the river like spines from a serpent’s back. Allison took a tentative step, trying to find solid footing on the first stone. She heaved herself and teetered unsteadily as she found her balance. She let out a shaky sigh.
Only twelve more steps to go and she’d be on the other side.
“I can do this,” she said. Tumbling rapids drowned out her voice, and she willed herself not to look when a deafening crash sounded as a branch split against the jagged rocks by the bayside. “Don’t look up,” she whispered, “keep going.”
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