Collected Stories

I immediately picked him up on our radar screen, and by the time we finished our mugup, could clearly see her rows of cabin lights steaming down the channel at a good clip. It was the first really large vessel we’d seen since leaving Seattle four days earlier, and was quite a sight all lit up. I was also glad we had clear visibility; I wouldn’t want to be dancing with her in the fog.

Then Sandy said, “He’s losing control of her in the current, see how his stern is being shoved our way? How much room do we have between us and the beach?” I stepped out the pilot house door, and yelled, “less than a quarter mile.”

[ From Narrow Escape, one of the stories in Life as Festival by Jay Taber ]

~ by Jay Taber on January 18, 2007.