Somewhere Else
Oh, my aching head. It’s freezing!. What the hey? Where am I? Antarctica? I’m in the middle of a white, winter wonderland. Had I known I would have worn my mukluks. “Hold on, we were on the train, crossing the trestle. I don’t see the train, rails, or the trestle. Billy-boy, you’re not in Kansas anymore,” I say to nobody save for a lone wolf howling in the distance. “Brrrr, mouth full of snowflakes. Hmm, a long ridge of high trees ahead. I need to get out of this wind and cold, and find shelter before I freeze. “Ricky! Ricky!” I yell. No sign of him. This is like slogging through three feet of sand. “Ricky! Ricky!” I call again, listening as my words disappear into the woods. No response. I hope he’s okay. And what about Sarah?
Several steps along the tree line I find a p
