Tellup

When we reached the lake, some of our classmates were already down there. Some of them had sat down on the stones around a fire pit, while others had retreated into the darkness to get some privacy. In the tall grass close to the fire was a worn-out boom box, and an unknown rock band screamed its suffering into the atmosphere.

without a trace.

They haven’t been seen since

Akela sweeps the blindfold

sand

– Chris Martin