Desiree's entourage finished loading the dinghy for her.
"I'll need some gloves, please. I've never had a turn with oars."
Rhodes wrapped his sister's hands with bandages,
and then helped her step into the boat.
"Fare thee well enough!" the dockside well-wishers encouraged.
As the dinghy beacame smaller in the distance, the land legged ones,
saw Desiree raise her toothbrush, as a last salute,
just before her boat dipped below the horizon.
Last edited by ring; 09-28-2010 at 01:21 PM..
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