The plume rises before us. White and billowy. We watch from across the valley. Then walk back to our camp by the lake. The beautiful alpine lake snug against steep cliffs – where remnants of snow cling to rocks on the far side. It is the place we picked so as to monitor the fire’s…
Zanzibar
“I could put my cigarette out in it,” the man said and laughed a little. Blond and tall and lean, he rolled the window up to keep the ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot. It was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,” he said. Jay and the girl rode…
