He points the beam up toward the top of the page. His parents are still there. Still scowling. Still holding the backpack. “We have your story right here!” they say. “Are you ready?” He points his beam at the pile …
Davey wants to see, so he crawls across the story pile looking for letters. sea-spray Ah-Boom! a sense of beginning hope this glorious pirating day Antarctica Pyew! Pyew! Pyew! ZING!! brachiosauruses, triceratops, …
All his meanders rush through the hole he’s made in the story and pour in a torrent behind him, smacking into the bottom of the page and fracturing into fragments. sea-spray Ah-Boom! a sense of beginning hope this …
The ocean of sand stretching to forever all around Davey’s camel caravan as it picks its way across the desert … “NOT SUPPOSED TO.” … The deserted Pacific island where Davey brings his airplane down for an emergency landing … …
