Monthly Archives: March 2014

“Can’t quite reach it-wait-okay, got it,” he said. He held up the dripping, mossy bottle for her to look at. “Gross,” she said. He picked at the cork until it crumbled.  A roll of paper fell out of the bottle.  … Continue reading →

I left him sitting in the lawn chair in front of his little yellow tent. “You sure about this?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied.  “I’ll switch the data loggers and leave tomorrow morning.” The ground shivered.  I looked back. “Seriously, … Continue reading →