“There's a storm coming, Mum!” Aimon Alexander hefted the bag of scuba gear over the side of his mother's jet boat, turning to face her as she walked down the front steps of their seaside cottage. “Look at the Reef – I saw lightning!” He gestured at the distant cumulus cluster steadily gathering grey. The sight of the churning clouds made his hands sticky with sweat and the hair rise on the back of his neck.
"It's all right," she said. "You've got the bag in the right place. Now just start the boat and let her go."
"OK." He turned the key. The boat rewarded him with a deep, angry roar. Leaping from the stern, he watched as the boat nosed her way into the sea. Soon he lost sight of the white mass amongst the choppy waves.
"See?" said his mother. "All taken care of."
"Will we get her back?" asked Aimon. "I liked Swiftrunner.
"Maybe. But if we don't, we can get you another one, all right?"
He nodded. His mother was right: this was much cheaper than a divorce, and far less messy.
Opening: GN Forester.....Continuation: Khazar-khum