4
Marnie could feel herself tiring. She had already flown for several hours this morning, simply for the joy of it, before this hurried and difficult break toward freedom.
Even though the sun had been just a glow behind the smothering snow for a while, now Marnie could barely see anything except the movement of her own arms whenever she stroked them out in front of her.
When she was tired like this, she resorted to breast stroke. Back when she was on a swim team when she was a child, her coach said that breast stroke was a lazy stroke. Not powerful and dynamic like freestyle or butterfly.
Right now lazy was the best that Marnie could do.
She had to stop soon. To rest and find shelter. The last few glimmers of daylight were dying.
Marnie glanced behind her, wondering if she could see
