In the darkness, I follow.
“Come. We’re almost there,” she says, brushing aside low hanging branches.
There’s wonder and fear in her tone, but I don’t worry. My dear friend’s adventures always have a purpose.
She starts to run. I do too, until we burst from the trees. We slip down a sandy hill, hearing the Pacific Ocean’s mighty roar.
And then we stop, as thousands of grunion mate, illuminating the sky with their silver glow.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“This spot. This is where I’ll be.”
I turn to my friend of twenty-three years and I know.
The cancer came back.
Nicely done. The whole piece worked. And stopped me.
Thank you!
Well done. One of the better shorts I’ve read.
Thank you!
Excellent flow and imagery.
Thank you!
As someone living with cancer, this took my breath away.
We went to high school together. Glad to see you are pursuing your dreams!