Eleanor Tatum

from Chapter One, page one

Garret scratched Plan A

Having no knowledge of reptiles other than to panic, she twisted her gaze from the snake, the naked body, and the paddle to search the shoreline for help. No one, she saw no one, just the swamp, lots of swamp.

An 180 degree turn of her head multiplied her fears as the large span of choppy waters of Lake Wheatley greeted her search., then she spotted a half dozen sails in the distance. The urge to scream churned to necessity. She checked on her naked company while taking a breath for a dose of air to feed her panicky screams. The body was still there, still stuck, and the curious snake gathered its slimy body in a greeting hug around her orange paddle, and the body’s arm and neck.

Garret formed Plan B.