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Downstream [MultiFormat]
eBook by Biff Mitchell
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eBook Category: Mainstream/Humor
eBook Description: On a hot sunny summer afternoon in a canoe stocked with beer and mystery, a man and a woman learn that all paths eventually cross ... downstream. This one started off as one of the world's first email short stories.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 1998
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2006
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [31 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [49 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [6 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [166 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [5 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [49 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [75 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [72 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [58 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [5 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [6 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [37 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [12 KB]
Words: 1582
Reading time: 4-6 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Hot sun and high water, perfect for a day trip down the Nashwaak.
The four of us had a serious itch to relax and commune with beaver and alders, eagles and backwaters, and whatever Indian gods still cast their spell on river-goers and danced naked with moose and field mice. Not that we were planning to take our clothes off. Hell no! More like hats off to crows cawing from the banks and rocks jutting up from the riverbed, trying to trip us.
I was in a plastic Coleman with my girlfriend, Debbie, later to be my wife, then ex-wife, and finally, good friend and mother of my children. Dylan and Maura were in a wooden Chestnut. Dylan was a friend of mine before I met Debbie. Maura was a friend of Debbie's before she met me. Dylan and Maura weren't aware of this connection until a full month after they started dating. Small world, eh?
A light but pushy breeze shoved aside waves of heat pouring down like crystal gravy from the electric blue sky. Sunlight etched silver castles on the pinnacles and precipices of cumulous mountains. They were the kind of castles that fill your imagination with jumping off misty towers into sticky white pools of marshmallow icing.
Back on earth, cool wavelets flirted brazenly with our gunwales and mingled with the splish of paddles dipping lazily into the water.
Half an hour downstream, we encountered a series of alder-ringed islands, spliced by three channels. Debbie and I took the channel to the right. Dylan and Maura took the channel to the left. The river laughed: "HA!" and went straight down the center.
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