Some said that Ethan Mathers was one of the smartest men in the world.
He didn’t know if that was true, but there was one thing he was sure about and that was he had the best memory in the world.
He had what many experts called an Eidetic memory…
I have a calendar. On this calendar, drawn in red ink, somewhere in the middle of July, there is a circle. You are this circle. It was the day your dad walked into my house, cigars in hand, telling my parents it’s a boy. It’s a boy.
You were too…
“How many days are we going for?” she asked.
“Just two,” I said.
“And how far from civilization will we be?”
“Not that far. The cabin’s out in the woods, and the campsite is about an hour’s hike from there.”
“Sounds pretty far.”
“I assure you it’s not.”
It was a rainy day, the day that I met her.
I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my…
It was drizzling out.
The wet pavement reflected the lights of the building ahead as though he was walking on across broken a mirror.
It was as though Mother Nature decided that the setting should reflect the grey mood.
Death walked slowly.
Normally, he went about his business without much…
The sun was warm in the little forest glen where I’d been living for the last year or so.
I had gone for a hike early that morning, and now I was sitting with my feet in the small brook. The water was cool and it felt good. …
The man moved with great purpose.
He carefully put the pieces together so they fit just so, creating a repeating square pattern of light and dark.
He’d felled the tree for the white squares himself. They came from an old white oak on the farm. The dark brown pieces came…
“No, stop. I’m not going in there,” Melissa said.
“It’s fine,” I said, “Otherwise we have to walk all the way around.”
“Yeah, it’s already dark. My mom is going to be mad,” Jack said.
“Exactly, it’s dark and you want us to walk through a cemetery.”
“Nothing’s going to…