Bottleneck

Laura stood in awe, arms crossed and legs spread.  Her jean cutoffs had not started that way, but they did the trick on this island.  Her blouse, now sleeveless and tied across her chest rather than buttoned, had seen better days as well.  Her brunette hair was down, but only as the night before her elastic had vanished and she had nothing to keep it up with.  Her nose crinkled as her blue eyes searched. The airplane wreck before her was the shock.  A mass of metal and wires was really all it was now. Two days ago, Laura had put the two-seat sport craft into the sand bank on this island after traversing through a storm off the west coast of Florida.  She had not intended to enter the dreaded Bermuda Triangle...nor had she intended to [Read more...]