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A sweet chorus, like the best summer day you ever had. Sticky with grape snow cones and staying out too late at the creek with your cousins as the locusts sing their mating songs.
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I feel that sun-soaked warmth of late summer again, something fragile and beautiful from an idyllic childhood.
A wooden dance floor bordered by a smattering of low round wagon-wheel tables and squat matching chairs.
She sighs as her son sets her gently on her feet. “A woman’s got to keep secrets. Else who is she?”
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His voice is the buzz of a thousand winged creatures, the song of nightmares long buried underground, the cry of a million hungry mouths.
when something is part of your identity for so long, even if it’s not a good thing, it’s hard to let it go. Even if maybe you should.”
his mouth leaning into a smile.
“Life is short, Maggie. Even shorter since the Big Water. Sometimes you just have to take people as they are, not worry about whether they’re good for you in the long run.
“National Park Ranger,” Aaron offers. “They stayed on after the federal government collapsed. Called themselves the Alt-Rangers. Said they had a higher duty to the land than to the government. They still wear their uniforms. It’s sort of a calling.”
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“Looks nice,” she says. She gives the binoculars back to Aaron. “Swank. Or at least, apocalyptic swank.”
“Magic, medicine, science, and a little luck. If I had duct tape, I’d throw that in too.”
“Fish psychology,” I mutter.
“Your life means more to me than his death. Does that make sense?” A warmth spreads through my chest, that same feeling I got back at Twin Arrows when Rissa offered me her friendship. “It makes a lot of sense.”
The rain has turned the red dirt around the guard tower into a mudslide, and the once firm earth slips out from underneath us, sending us down the side of the hill, straight toward the dam and the drop beyond. We both fight to stop. Nothing is solid, everything is chaos, and we rush unhindered toward the edge.
a soft rage bubbles up inside me.
I lean into him, just a little, and he takes my weight.
