Another Rewrite

An anchor set itself
in the pit of his
stomach.

Her words made him inhale
sharply.
She was the ship,
cutting through cold water.

The anchor caused a ripple
that sent goosebumps
to the outside of his skin.
They started at his spine
and made even -
patterned
bumps on his arm.

She spoke again
and he thought the ship
was changing directions.

But it was just setting down one more hook.

9/4/2015
Riley Welch