Breakwater

 

 



Chloe was standing on the sand with tears filling her eyes when I ran up.

“Where’s Jimmy?” I asked.

She didn’t answer. She pointed out past the mouth of the harbour.

I looked that direction and saw him paddling, small in the distance

lying on his board. He’d just rounded towards the south. He’d just cleared the breakwater.


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