Beyond my back yard on the acres that I inherited from my grandparents sits the edge of the whole world. Maybe the edge of the universe. No one who hasn’t seen it would ever believe it, and everyone who’s seen it is dead now besides me. The last one was my brother when he came up from Spokane last month for a visit.
“I’m going to go on a hike up to the spot,” he said after we chatted for maybe fifteen minutes. “Do you want to come?” I almost asked him what spot but I knew which by the look in his eyes. There was something else there too, something that scared me. I declined and he took off out the house and up the hill with out another word. He hasn’t been seen since.
I know he’s gone, I can feel it. Continue reading