Out of the Chocolate Box (6)
He turned and beckoned, ‘Come on, Holly.’
I stood, my knees wobbled as the rubber boat bounced up and down on the waves.
Fritz held out his hand. ‘Come on, Holly, you can do it.’
I watched the waters, deep green and laced with froth rise and fall beneath me. ‘Yep, I can do this,’ I squeaked. My knees rose and fell at different times.
‘Grab my hand,’ Fritz urged, hooked his elbow through a rung of the ladder, and reached out to me.
‘Go for it,’ Nathan said.