#TeaserTuesday: Go, Remy

 

He heard more gunshots – and then something small struck the water, little splashes around them. Once, twice, three times, like insects diving…

Bullets, Remy realized.

Tenny gripped his shoulders, and turned him, so that he was between Remy and the dock. “Go, go, swim!”

Remy turned, and he swam.

He heard the swish and splash of water as Tenny followed him.

Heard more gunshots.

Heard a whine like a bee zipping past.

Heard a low, pained grunt.

Remy stopped paddling and turned around, treading water.

Tenny’s teeth were bared, but he shook his head. “Keep going. Go, Remy. Swim for shore. Go.”

His belly shivered with nerves, and he felt sick, and too tired, and his heart was beating in his throat.

“Go!”

But Remy turned, and he went.