Quiet

Colorado backcountry. Mountain air. Ungodly early, dark skies. Sore back. Cold toes. Shallow breaths under rattling polyester. Eye lashes flutter open, revealing only silhouette. My cousin lays next to me, motionless. On her back. Suddenly, she whispers. “Michelle, are you awake?” I pause. There is no air. Only adrenaline-fueled electricity and static. “Yea.” Outside our … More Quiet