Of Breaking Waves
Volume 4 of The Girl Who Saved the World.
Very gradually I swam back to consciousness. I was lying on my stomach, my head resting on one arm. The background noise was heavy rain, beating on roofs, pouring off eaves, rushing through downspouts, overtopping gutters, splishing and splashing across the ground. I tried to roll over. Muscles screamed in protest. Where was I? Close enough to a house wall that I was dry, no matter the heavy rain I could hear all around me.
A paragraph a day keeps the boredom away.