Short Story in Pangyrus
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“Just follow.” He took off, pushing the larger ferns from his face. There were two paths to choose from, both signposted but neither marked with a destination he recognized. Why not just write “Summit”? Or “Top”? Or the equivalent in Spanish, with altitude noted? The top was where everyone wanted to go.
To read the rest of this story, about an estranged family on holiday in Puerto Rico — or more precisely about a man who has become estranged from own self and, with that, from his family — and was published in Pangyrus magazine, look here.
