The sloshing sound of the water against the boat woke her up. How long had she been drifting, where was she. this is what went through her mind. The morning mist swirled of the water the bulrushes where long and thick. She lay back into the boat calmly. Then sprang up, ” I am on boat !! What the fuck!!” she shouted. Looking around the side of the rowing boat she was in. Heather spoteed that the boat had come to rest at an old jetty on the left side were blurshes. on the right the river and the far bank. in front as behind the river stretched in both directions. The mist limited the view in all directions only shadowy outlines of trees and farm buildings could be seen.
Turning her attention to the boat she found no oars, bags or anything just her and the clothes she was wearing and the boat. “Shit, well isn’t this a barrel of laughs”.
