Drifting Off

Astra let the raft float. Folly had little trouble following it, moving from the bank to the river and back to the bank, depending upon the slope of the bank and the depth of the brush. Soon, exhausted by the adventures of the last two days, she fell asleep in the mid-afternoon sun.

When she awakened, it was early the next morning. The sun had not yet risen, but there was a purple glow in the eastern sky. Dawn was not far off. Astra was both thirsty and hungry.

Astra looked around. Folly was nowhere to be seen.

1. The raft was braced on the pile of a bridge.
2. She heard croaking frogs and saw the silhouette of cattails.
3. She heard the screeching of gulls and pounding of surf against a beach.

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