Sea
spray cooled Vanessa Paris's cheeks as she gazed from the ferry across the
froth-tipped waves of Puget Sound. Missing.
The words gouged deep into her mind. How could Dad have disappeared from
his small fishing boat without leaving a clue?
The desperate call from Clinton Paris, her father's brother, had come
only last night.
That
morning she'd hastily arranged for a leave-of-absence at the university in
Seattle where she taught as an assistant professor in the psychology
department. The afternoon drive up the Interstate
to the ferry terminal had seemed to take forever. At last she was almost home.
Raising
a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, she watched the approaching craggy
shore, edged with a saw tooth line of dark evergreens. Tawanya Island. The northern-most of the San Juan Islands. Her childhood home.
Thoughts
of her father resurfaced and a pang shot through her. What if he was never found? What if he'd fallen overboard, was knocked
unconscious, and sank beneath the frigid waters?
Vanessa
gave a quick shake of her head. No--that
just couldn't happen. Dad was an expert
fisherman. He'd always believed in his
abilities, just as he'd taught her to believe in hers. Everyone on the entire island agreed that
Eldon Paris was a master of the sea.
Nearly every day at the Kaloch Bay Lodge, owned and operated by her
father and uncle, Dad would fire up the engine of the “Lady Luck” and welcome
the hopeful tourists who'd signed on for his guided fishing expeditions.
Overhead,
a seagull screeched, momentarily breaking into her anxious thoughts. The last rays of an early summer sun were
quickly fading beyond the horizon. In
the distance, white sails billowed against the sky.
Vanessa
lifted her chin. Yes, Dad would want her
to be brave. She was not only homeward
bound, but bound in her love for him.
She had no choice but to unravel the mystery of his disappearance...
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Sydell - Thanks for being part of the group and sharing your six paragraphs. I read this book and really liked it. I was drawn in by the word "missing" and I couldn't stand not knowing what happened to Vanessa's dad. I was here several times but your blog wasn't up yet. I always schedule mine was 2:00 AM for those across the pond who share time differences...especially those down under. *lol*
ReplyDeleteOh Sydell! That was a lovely depiction of Vanessa's journey back and leaves me just as anxious to know what happened to her father. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking the time to comment, Taryn. I'm glad that this opening hooked your interest! It's my pleasure to share it.
DeleteHi Ginger, thanks for your appreciative comments about The Fisherman's Daughter.I'm so glad you were drawn into the story. I set the live time for 8 AM, but I'll set it for 2 next time. Good point about our friends across the pond.
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