Its warm. Dusty sky through the window. Bats breaking the stillness.
Dogs snoring, lit by a dull orange glow.
Drip.
Ignore it.
Drip.
It’s nothing.
Drip.
It’s been raining.
Drip.
Did I tighten the stern gland?
Drip.
We’ll be full by morning.
Silence behind me.
Drip.
Legs slide out from under the dogs.
Torch. Inspect.
Nothing.
Drip.
What the—
Drip.
Fuck.
Still quiet.
Drip.
Movement.
Then—
Giggling.
A chord of music.
“Bluetooth disconnecting.”
Laughter.
Silence.
…
It was funny.
Silence.
Alright.
A bit.
Twat.