Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
“Slow down, girls!” called Bethany. The Twins raced past the sign memorializing the 1937 disaster, scrambled up the limestone incline, and disappeared onto a deep shelf in the cliff. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
“Pull in here!” the twins shrieked as the jeep rounded a sharp curve. Bethany cranked the wheel hard onto a tight dirt road that ran between a wide bank of Honeysuckle and sandstone cliff. Continue reading
The plaque on Andrew’s lap hummed, its runes flickering invitation, and the boy dropped his eyes from the strangely familiar face flickering beside him as if in dappled shadow, drawing them back down to the characters carved in the cool, muddy brass; he touched the runes with burnt fingers and pursed his lips to pronounce them out loud. Continue reading
Bethany revved her Jeep to catch up with the three, and pulled over to the side of the road on her unofficial detour to avoid road construction, dismissively flapping her hand at the motorist behind her who leaned on his horn and shouted an incoherent, but clearly rude epithet about her parentage, as he swerved around her. Continue reading
The freeway and most of the East Side’s roadways were shut down for the usual spate of State, County and local construction projects allowed by their short northern summers, but Bethany rolled down her Jeep’s windows and turned her car radio up so that everybody could enjoy Fleetwood Mac’s 1973 classic, “Hypnotized.” Continue reading
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