Daily story, July 6, 2025

For a while it seemed like the raft would hold together. We crashed over a few big waves and nothing split or loosened. The creaks that had us holding our breath became friendly, the sound of this thing we had built working to keep us alive. But then, with the sun high in the sky, something turned in us. We started pulling at knots and prying at cracks. We started willing the water over our open mouths.