A few secrets of the universe may have slipped through the fabric.
Sandy absolutely loved the raised wooden trail that encircled Lighthouse Park. She had lived in Biloxi most of her life, and had been visiting the lush green canopy of this very same park since she had been a little girl. Time had changed many things about the area, but the wildflowers of this small bayhead forest, along with the churning of the nearby ocean, had remained perfectly unaltered.
She had made a routine habit of grabbing an overpriced early morning espresso from a well-known, hole in the wall coffee joint. …
Zach tightened the straps of his backpack and turned to check on Ashley. He stood atop a nearby boulder to gain a better view, slowly sipping water from his canteen. She had fallen behind by a quarter mile or more, but was still making her way up the trail at a fairly steady pace.
They had come a long way on their journey, and had followed the clues precisely. They had followed the warm waters. They had followed the canyon. They knew exactly where a brown home once stood almost a century ago. …
R.L. Raymundo
Seriously, is it bright in here or what?
