Eric stumbled upon the cabin by accident. He"d been searching for the perfect, secluded spot to stargaze. The night sky was devoid of clouds and the unpolluted air did not create a haze. Instead of gazing upward, he was looking slightly downward, his thin mouth open, his lean body too stunned to move while the full, white-yellow moon cast its silver light over the mostly barren, sand covered landscape; mostly barren, except for the empty shell of a long-ago deserted cabin. Stark, black shadows fell to the northwest, creating a double image of a timbered box with a slanted roof waiting for its inhabitants to return and restore the missing white, siding planks. He stood still as the cabin called to him, whispered his name, and drew him ever closer.
He had to examine this embodiment of broke
