A Bird in the Hand

A Bird in the Hand

“Come on, I promise you won’t drown,” he said.

Over the past three weeks, I had come to trust Jodie, I mean I had no reason not to. He always had this believably honest countenance, and I couldn’t imagine that type of face doing anything wrong. In such a short time, he had already dragged me out of my shell, kicking and screaming no less, but he did. I had gone from a socially awkward nobody to somewhat of a rising star throughout the camp.

Every day with Jodie was a new adventure, and today followed suit. Today at 5 a.m. on our last day of camp, he had managed to convince me to skinny dip on the coldest day of the summer as it came to a screeching halt the way the east code summers always did.

I was ready, but then I got scared.

“On second thought, I think we should go back now. I think I just saw one of the cabin lights come on.” I said sounding unsure of my own words.

“I said come on.” He responded in a voice too short for the mismatched smile on his face.

“Do you trust me or not?”

For the first time in that summer, I wasn’t sure.

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