Her survey of the shallow lake revealed clear iced tea waters, and a smooth, white, sandy floor, but bumping the bow of her bright orange kayak was a floating naked bottom, a human bottom.
Garret froze.
She had wedged her paddle in the body’s armpit.
She grasped at the rapid but random flashes of thought. Good grief! What now? Is he dead? Hustling her thoughts of escape, flight, and retreat into a reasonable reality, she remembered the shallowness of the lake. Walk to shore stupid. Get help! She lifted her left leg to jump overboard but the approaching snake changed her mind.
Garret scratched plan A.
Eleanor Tatum 
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