The Waterfall
I would never admit it, but I hate being left alone, especially in the forest. My brother, Jake, went to take a piss, but either it’s a very long piss or he has other business to do. Either way, I’ve been left propped up against a very wide tree, which dips at the bottom, cupping my back. The midmorning sun winks from between branches, and the forest sighs with a swish of leaves. The scenery should calm me, but instead I’m holding my breath at every chirp, every crack of the branches.
