June 2019
Lake Norman, North Carolina
Admiral Cortell furrowed his brows, “That seems to be where my memories end.”
Taken aback by his abrupt announcement, I stammered confusion, “But—but we can’t just leave it there—‘Ramuell walks into Blue Rock Canyon—The End!’”
can’tI leaned forward, as if proximity might scare a bit more story out of him. “Don’t you remember what happened to anyone? Readers are going to want some kind of closure—no, not want, they’ll need to know what happened to at least some of the people. Otherwise they’re going to think the tale is nonsense and we are utterly mad!”
needFrank Williams shifted in his seat. Cortell stared at me with a bewildered expression. Gradually his expression transmuted into a grin and then a chuckle. He looked over at Frank, rapped his knu
