To Catch a Dragonfly
"You know," he said, "if you put up your finger, sometimes they'll land on you. That way they have a place to rest all the way out here."
We bobbed in our life jackets in the middle of the lake, the boat floating nearby. A dragonfly hovered around the little angel's head as she stared at it, fascinated, then looked to the horizon near where the baby eagles made their nest as if measuring the distance in dragonfly wingbeats. She held her finger up a little higher.
"I think I just saw lightning," his wife said. "We'd better go in."
The clouds held pink as the sun sank to the horizon. We swam toward the boat, slowly, regretfully.
As she paddled, the little angel held one pointer finger up to the sky. Just in case.
Do you love character-driven novels? I loved the older heroine in The Beach Trees and how her story influenced the main storyline from a character development point of view. My review is up at BlogHer Book Club today.