short story

Adrift

“Kiss me,” Jennifer said. “No,” Jack said, walking away. What the hell? Jennifer thought, stiffening against the crisscrossed ropes binding her to the mast of the sailboat. They had played pirate a lot during this trip. Ridiculous things mostly. Fake sword fighting, saying “arrrggghhh” at every opportunity, but this was serious—tied up, she was Jack’s captive, the loser in a