Hike

“I’m telling you, you’d have never made it.” Jim glowered at Daria from across the crisp white sheets of his bed.

“I would too.” Daria glowered back. She sat in the chair next to him. After moving her head a time or two, she gave up and moved the bouquet of flowers.

“It’s even steeper than it looks, and if you fall, it’s straight down.”

“That just means you have to take your time.” She tossed her hair and looked down her nose.

“We were racing the eclipse.”

“Oh. No wonder you fell.”

The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Sandra Crook