Author Archives: Charles Yallowitz

(Grand Caravan seemed like such a nice place yesterday.) “This looks boring.” “Go away before someone sees you.” “All they’ll see is a curvy hat rack.” “So, it will look like I’m talking to myself.” “But you’re the sane one.” … Continue reading →

(Rafiki was wrong! The past does matter.) The creaking wheels of the stationary bike are no longer grating on Dawn’s ears, the sound having long since become part of the background. Even so, she is thankful when Kara arrives with … Continue reading →

(Can you believe what happened last time?) Trudging through the snowy hills, the travelers stop at the mouth of a narrow pass and stare at the campsite below. A long line of people in heavy jackets lead to a collection … Continue reading →

(Fun fact: Like the rest of the story, I wrote the previous section while awake.) Sitting on opposite sides of a large tree, Dawn and Kara listening to the pounding rain that they narrowly escaped. A blinding curtain of water … Continue reading →

(Check out Part 6 . . . These can’t all be silly.) “Almost there,” Dawn mutters as she finishes climbing the rope. With Kara strapped to her back and their supply bags hanging from her arms, she barely has the … Continue reading →