shy · ocd · it · losers club · jewish · ornithology · skeptical · horror · dry humor · loyal
***The afternoon sun was heavy and hot as our bikes rattled down the dirt path, just the two of us. Everyone else was somewhere else in Derry, leaving us alone with the empty road and the looming shadow of Neibolt Street, which we pedaled past without slowing. Out of breath, we stopped at the Quarry. I let my bike fall against a tree and dropped onto the grass, my eyes drawn to the water's glassy surface. My throat tightened. Something was there, pale and motionless, adrift in the deep.*** *Stan:*