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One of them was his old partner and for a brief time his lover. Going after Kate does complicate things, putting more stress on his fragile relationship with his wife Theresa and his son Ben. He has memory issues.
Burke escapes from the hospital, which was starting to feel more like a prison, and wanders around the town.
A Children of the Corn creepiness that is hard to ignore. He meets a friendly bartender who gives him her address in case he needs a place to stay. It is hard to even buy a cup of coffee without his wallet which has mysteriously disappeared. Everyone in this town acts scared, acts peculiar. They act like people do when something is very, very wrong. She never calls him back. He tries to check into work and gets this person that is about as helpful as a tree of feces throwing monkeys.
He decides to steal a car and leave town. Every road out of town brings you back to Wayward Pines. When he goes into the woods to explore, he finds a large electrified fence encircling the town. He hears: Like a hyena or a banshee. Coyotes at their maddest. The mythologized Rebel Yell. High and thin.
Again, the scream. He finds Kate who is fifteen years older than when he last saw her a few weeks ago. She is married to a man named Harold. You tell me. Because I am you. Something he desperately needs to hear given the fact that absolutely nothing has made sense in this town since he woke up in a hospital bed. There are cameras and microphones everywhere. He finds a box that makes the soothing, normal sounds of crickets. In the immortal words of Kevin Bacon in the movie Tremors: I mean what the hell is going on.
Night Schyamalan. The series was must see TV for my family every Thursday night. I watched the series before reading the book. There are differences for sure. There were a couple of scenes in the book that I found more compelling than the ones in the series, but for the most part the series outperforms the book.
It is not really a fair comparison because the series covered what I think are all three books in the trilogy. This first book ends at about maybe three episodes into the series.
Normally, I will read the book before watching a TV adaptation or a movie, but in this case the series kind of snuck up on me. Not hard to do with my face in a book all the time. For instance, in the book Ethan is having flashbacks to the war and the torture he experienced while captured. That was left out of the TV series. I thought it was a good decision.
This series is an ode to Twin Peaks. Crouch remembers vividly the impact that TV show had on him in his pre-teen years. When it was cancelled, he was so distraught that he wrote a season three.
I hope he is excited about the return of Twin Peaks which I believe is slated for There are certainly Twin Peaks elements to this series, enhanced by a really good twist.
I can only hope that the Wayward Pines series sparks a dormant creative gene in some other pre-teen who will grow up to write an ode to Wayward Pines. If you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http: View all 32 comments. Find all of my reviews at: The only catch? Once you get here you can never leave. Even y Find all of my reviews at: And if the townsfolk get wind of you trying to move away???
Just get to getting. This is one of those books that you should know almost nothing about going in. And the ending?!?!?!?!? This story was part. This was a non-stop thrill ride from the first page all the way to the last. Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley! View all 81 comments. You know when you find a new TV series and you just want to binge watch it? This is how I feel about his books. I read Dark Matter last year and loved it so I was excited to read more of his work.
This time was no different. Another thriller sci-fi that keeps you on adrenaline and that you can't put down. Trust me you want to go into this knowing nothing. Just read it. This didn't end up being what I expected but I really liked it and would recommend it!
View all 17 comments. Don't dare read any spoilers before you start these books. Just don't do it. Secret service officer Ethan Burke is sent to Wayward Pines to find two missing agents.
Once he gets into town he realizes that he is having moments of memory loss and this town is a tad bit on the odd side. He can not get calls to go out to get in touch with either his office or his wife and son.
The sheriff in the town is a different sort of all his own. Everywhere Ethan turns is something that seems off in this small Don't dare read any spoilers before you start these books. Everywhere Ethan turns is something that seems off in this small perfect little town. There is no real way to review this book just go in blind and expect some mind blowing to happen.
I just requested the next one. I hate not knowing shit. View all 61 comments. This is a damn good book. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you anything about it, because spoilers will damage the charm of this story. Author Blake Crouch has done an excellent job of putting together a suspenseful thriller that is at its finest when, in Sixth Sense fashion, the reader can experience his presentation untethered with pre-knowledge.
Dick, Shirley Jackson and Octavia Butler author Blake Crouch has crafted a gem of a thriller with horror, science fiction and fantasy elements. One of the greatest compliments that can be given to a work of fiction is that the reader could not put it down and I blazed through this page book in two days. All my GR friends know the kind of books I like and, trust me, this one is highly recommended.
View all 31 comments. View 2 comments. I used to love Dean Koontz. I probably read close to 20 of his novels before burning out in the mid's. Since then, I've reread half a dozen or so and can't, for the life of me, figure out what attracted me to them. I mention this as a personal bias, because Blake Crouch's 'Pines' reminds me, above all things, of a Dean Koontz novel.
And not a particularly good one at that. Our protagonist, Ethan Burke, knows there's something wrong in the town of Wayward Pines, but doesn't put a lot of thought into finding out what it might be. Instead, he reacts through most of the book, getting bounced from one place to another, captured again and again without becoming any the wiser as to what lies beneath the surface, save by information fed to him by a mysterious ally within the town named Beverly.
Far from satisfying, it leaves the reader scratching his head with all the logical holes and plot points he chooses to ignore. Dialogue as most of the book centers on a man on the run is held at a minimum, and what little of it there is feels clumsy or canned.
This being the case, I'd hope to find a lot more interior dialogue than Crouch offers; thoughts and investigatory theories formed and discarded by the protagonist a trained Secret Service agent rather than descriptions of him running down an alley or up a staircase, reporting only what he sees and seldom what he thinks.
In an afterward, the author credits David Lynch's 'Twin Peaks' as a source of inspiration for the novel and, reading the sales description, I was put in mind of both 'Twin Peaks' and 'The X-Files'. I'm disappointed to say that this book wasn't much like either.
View all 18 comments. I'll say it again: That was At the risk of alienating all of my most excellent friends who've loved this book, I'm going to be honest and say that while there were things that I liked about it I didn't love it. I had quite a lot of issues with this book, so you know D Secret Service agent Ethan Burke wakes up next to a river with no idea who he is or where he is or why he is wherever he is.
Thus begins his quest to figure out what h I'll say it again: Thus begins his quest to figure out what happened to him and how to get home to his wife and son. Along the way, he encounters mystery and resistance Dun dun dunnnnnnn!
This is definitely a quick read, and the mysteriousness of everything was enough to keep me going. I liked Ethan, and I liked Beverly, and I was interested in finding out whether my theories about the story were right or not.
And some were, and some were close, but not quite right, and some were wayyyyyyyyyy off-base. But, now that I'm done with the book, and now that there's been an explanation of the ons that were going, I have to say that I liked a lot of individual pieces of this book, but as a whole it didn't work for me. This is one of those ideas books, where there are a shitton of great ideas, but none of them really mesh together with each other and instead feel like a mishmash of unfulfilled greatness.
I know a lot of people will disagree with me on this, but don't worry, I shall elaborate and explain why I feel like that. Consider this your electrified fence. Proceed past this point at your own spoiler risk. First, the creepy "perfect" town thing has kind of been done to death. It's never as perfect as it seems, and there's always something hidden. To be honest, Nurse Pam should have been my first clue we were dealing with one of those places, but meeting her so early threw me off.
Plus it did seem normal at first, and only got more and more abnormal as the story progressed. Kudos there for keeping me on my toes. But then, when we find out what Wayward Pines is I mean, this place is, at least according to Pilcher, the last vestiges of humanity, created when he discovered that humanity was changing due to environmental changes, and that the rest of the human population, in the span of 30 generations, would evolve, or devolve rather, to a more primitive form which would be more adapted to the hostile environment that we helped create with our factories and our CFCs and our nuclear meltdowns and our fossil fuel burning and our general stupid humanness.
Oh, and we're also gonna be translucent, vicious carnivores with razor sharp talons and we'll run like wolves. Now, I am no evolutionary biologist, but I really don't think it works like that. He's talking about macroevolution, and that takes a long damn time. Millions of years, not hundreds, or thousands. I'm not buying it. I mean, sure, maybe Pilcher was ahead of his time. But then I think that he has been kidnapping people and "integrating" them into his perfect little town for 50 years Nothing said about letting anyone in government know what he'd discovered, or anyone in the scientific community And I have to wonder He just started taking people, and his psychotic brain assured him that he was the savior of humanity in its "pure human" form.
It doesn't seem like he really wanted to save people at all Which makes me wonder Who will man the watchtowers then? We now know that WP is that last refuge of humanity Everyone lives a lie - no talking about the outside world, no talking about history, etc. But then, when someone strays from the rules, they are punished, severely. The entire town, children included, are rallied into a bloodthirsty mob and they beat the offender to death.
What I mean to say is that we're still pretty and wear clothes and pretend like we are civilized when we're not mob killing the nonconformist so that makes us better than our see-thru evolutionary siblings who just act out of instinct and hunger. The reasoning that Pilcher gives for this murderous mob culture is quite possibly the lamest I've ever seen. His response, that it's nothing new, and that if violence is the norm, people will adapt to it, while true, doesn't really explain WHY that has to be the norm.
Oh, self-policing, Pilcher? Yeah, that's not self-policing. They aren't seeing someone do something against the rules and making a citizen's arrest to stop them from doing it. They are being woken in the middle of the night and being told who to hunt down and brutally kill.
Leetle bit different. I mean, at least kowtow to the idea that participating in murder with the rest of the town fosters a sense of community, of single-mindedness, of protecting the herd, or whatever. Or say that there's a smaller risk of a group rising up to challenge the enforcers if the whole town is involved in the enforcing.
But his reasoning is idiotic. Because hey, it's not like he did all this to save humanity or anything. A couple more things about the town before I move on. It's never explicitly mentioned, but it seems that it would be hard to sell the idea of this being a normal town, even one with bizarre rules regarding what can and can't be talked about, when people keep appearing and then disappearing, and then reappearing with no memories at all from the last time they were there.
Pilcher mentions that it's Ethan's 3rd go at being introduced to the town. And furthermore, how do you sell an entire town that almost every one of them just woke up next to the river with no memories of how they got there? You'd have to do it one or two at a time, and wouldn't THEY wonder about why there are no people there?
Wouldn't they think it's odd that every couple days or weeks someone else just shows up fresh from their car crash coma? Wouldn't they think it odd that they are then told to just move on with their lives like they've lived there forever? I just don't see how this would work They'd know that they were living in some crazy world that isn't quite right. They've only been out of stasis for 14 years - not long enough for the memories of past lives to have gone away Some great life you built here, Pilcher.
So, those are my big issues with the book. Some of my other issues include, but are not limited to, the following: The timeline. This could have been better handled. It mostly bothered me toward the beginning of the book, and in hindsight, it makes sense how the amount of time someone would be in WP could be a little But while reading this, it didn't work for me.
We start the book with Ethan waking up, and trying to figure things out. Then, we skip over to his wife, who is having a funeral ceremony for him, even though he's only missing. I immediately disliked her for this, because in my mind, Ethan's only been missing a day or two, and it seems like she's given up on him super quickly and that kinda makes her a heartless bitch. But then she reveals, midway through her deathday party, that it's really been 14 months since he's been gone.
Uhhh, why couldn't that have led the section? It seems to me that if it had, I would have been more sympathetic towards her, AND more worried about Ethan. But because of the way that the info was doled out, it didn't heighten the suspense or worry that I had for Ethan, because it was feasible that he might still find a way out of this weird creeper town.
Secondly, holy sentence fragments, Batman! Caught himself before he fell. He could feel the wind streaming across the opening to the chute. Glimpsed something catching sunlight straight above. Looked down. With the monster fifteen feet away and two more trailing close behind it in the chute, Ethan reached down, the loose handhold that had nearly killed him just within reach. He tore the chunk of rock from its housing, hoisted it over his head.
He wedged himself between the rock, took aim, and let it fly. It struck the creature dead center of its face just as it was reaching for a new handhold. Its grip failed. It plunged down the chute. Talons scraping rock. Its velocity too great to self-arrest. It plunged down the chute in past tense, but the talons were scraping rock in present tense.
Lot of that going on as well. Third, there were a lot of unconscious memories stirring around in Ethan's head, and every once in a while there'd be a real-world bit fighting its way in. These memories are always italicized, and the real-world bits should not have been. It might be a nitpick, but I think it makes it clearer and easier to follow that the voice-that-is-not-part-of-the-memory is coming from outside his head, and thus is separate from the memories.
I wish I could say that I loved this one like everyone else. But I had far too many problems with it. It was a fun read, if one isn't bothered by the fragments or tense-blurring, and it went really quickly, so that was good, but overall, it just didn't really work for me.
Yeah, he's a bestselling author, but it's not a complimentary comparison from me. That was my actual e-book note. View all 37 comments. Secret Service agent Ethan Burke wakes up in the mountain town of Wayward Pines, his memory full of holes aside from that of a horrific car wreck that landed him in the hospital.
But where are his belongings? Why can't he contact anyone outside of Wayward Pines over the phone? And why can't he seem to leave? I got this from Netgalley. I've been curious about this for quite a while. Since it showed up on Netgalley last week, complete with promises of being a television show soon, I jumped on it.
Pin Secret Service agent Ethan Burke wakes up in the mountain town of Wayward Pines, his memory full of holes aside from that of a horrific car wreck that landed him in the hospital. Ethan Burke wakes up in the idyllic paradise of Wayward Pines and things quickly go pear-shaped.
Just what is Wayward Pines and why does everyone seem to want Ethan Burke dead? Read and find out. Pines is a gripping page turner. Once the cat is out of the bag, Ethan Burke makes Dr. Richard Kimble look like a couch potato. By the end, he's tired, mangled, and running from pretty much everyone in The Pines. The Big Reveal at the end was very well done.
I had my doubts on the way there but Blake Crouch stuck the landing. I'm really curious how the sequels will play out. Pines is a rip-roaring thriller, full of twists and turns. Four out of five stars. View all 23 comments. Oct 12, Melissa rated it liked it Shelves: I hate when this happens.
Blake Crouch is great at drumming up suspense and his writing, once again, incited that frantic need-to-know race in this reader. I wanted to really get to know Ethan at his core.
We're given little snippets of his past and the life he shared with his wife, but it wasn't enough for me to connect with him on a deeper level. A secret service agent, Ethan's latest assignment has landed him in the small town of Wayward Pines, Idaho.
He wakes up battered, bruised and suffering from a severe migraine, the aftermath of what sounds like a horrifying car accident, looking for answers. The closer he gets to the answer, the creepier the town and the people become.
The truth was meh at best. Rolled over. Empty sidewalks. Get back to the investigation that had brought him here in the first place. Undid the locks. Split the blinds. He pulled his pants on and staggered over to the door.
Dark buildings. Revise that—someone had been knocking on his door for quite awhile. Ethan crawled out of bed. He lowered his chin and looked at Ethan over the top of his square. Feeling worse by the minute. Get out. Enjoy the show. With large.. Next thing he knew. Ethan grabbed a bottle of aspirin off the shelf and carried it up to the register.
He just needed some goddamned Advil. Stood in the doorway watching him lace up the shoes over his bare feet. I run a pharmacy. It was pain. He could swing by. For a moment.
He crossed the street. One by one. Figured he had about seven blocks to walk. On the other hand. Avenues ran parallel. He was planning to chew some ass. He smiled through the pain.
Ethan stopped at the next crosswalk. The school occupied an entire city block between Fifth and Fourth Avenues. After the third. What was her name? Streets intersected Main. Sliding his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket. Blonde pigtails suddenly stopped in the middle of a group of kids and stared at Ethan. Ethan watched their game. It was recess hour for a class of eight. The paint had long ago chipped away.
Completely isolated from what little bustle downtown Wayward Pines could muster. He could hear birds chirping in the nearby woods. He could tell this from the tiny steel plate that had been screwed into what was left of the mailbox. Ethan could see that not even a fleck of it lingered.
Beyond Third Avenue now. The next intersection stood completely empty. Not a single one of them waved back or otherwise responded. On the other side of Fourth Avenue. A warm wind sliding down off the mountain sent little whirlwinds of dust across the street.
They just stood frozen in place like a collection of figurines. Grin and bear it and get there. Just get there. There was no sidewalk and there was no road beyond this one. It had probably been a lovely two-story Victorian once. He was passing mailboxes that were already in the five hundreds. Could such a town have a bad side? At First Avenue. A steep hillside. There it was— The road had gone to dirt—the gravel long since worn away and the lumpy grade of it heavily washboarded.
Not a jag of window glass remained. A quiet tweeping emitted from within. He looked up at the house itself. The light-headedness was threatening again. Even standing in the street. The seedy side of Wayward Pines? Not a soul out. He passed a series of houses that looked more run-down. Ethan limped down the middle of the empty dirt road. The boards still attached to the listing frame had been bleached almost white by the sun.
Abandoned barns and cabins. Swore he could taste it in the corners of his mouth and the sheer intensity of it—worse than ammonia—was drawing tears from his eyes. He could hear the wind pushing against the house. He moved forward.
He went on. Another blast of it swept by as a gust of wind shook the house. Springs lay rusting on the floor amid the crumbling frame of an ancient sofa. She must have accidentally written down the wrong— The smell brought his chin up.
The door at the end of the hall was closed. Sniffed the air again. He stepped up and over them onto a floorboard. He took a tentative step forward. The refrigerator. Ethan blinked the tears out of his eyes and reached down for the doorknob.
The handwriting was clear— 1st Ave—but maybe Beverly had transposed the numbers. A coffee table stood covered in cobwebs. The far end of the hallway grew dark—still protected under a ceiling that dripped from the last good rain. Three steps into the living room. He carefully crossed the porch.
Just like his memory of those old homesteads. Ethan bent over.
The stench was in the fibers of his clothing now. Let people with latex gloves and face masks and every conceivable state-of-the-art forensic tool descend on that room. His stomach had bloated too—Ethan could see the swell of it underneath the tattered suit. He could feel the coldness of raw skin on the backs of his feet and the bass throb in his skull.
This was Agent Evans. Where his right leg was exposed. White showed through everywhere—the wrist and ankle bones. Jesus Fucking Christ. To not touch anything. The metal frame was still standing. Ethan staggered back and leaned against the doorframe. Just like his. The door banged into the wall and Ethan took a step forward across the threshold. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.
The height was a match too. That death-stink had embedded in his sinus cavity. He set off at a strong pace down the middle of the street. Though the face was a wreck. He nudged the door open with his shoe. Hinges grinding. Wise to keep this first encounter civil.
One of his eyes MIA. In his experience. Part of his skull had been caved in. At the front desk. She looked him up and down.. Ethan hesitated for a moment. You can wait over there. The reception area was a wood-paneled room with brown carpeting and taxidermied animal heads mounted on every available piece of vertical real estate.. A federal agent had been murdered in this little slice of heaven.
He left his jacket and shirt outside on a bench and pulled open one of the double doors. Sheriff Arnold Pope.. The six blocks seemed to fly by.. Really bad. He was no coroner. Teeth broken out. When he opened them again. Ethan stood. In that increment of time. He leaned back in the chair and shut his eyes. Belinda finished the game and she was mixing the deck again when Ethan noted the first impulse of irritation—a twitch in his left eye. He heard Belinda say. She laid down five cards before acknowledging him.
The pain in his head was coming back—the cut of each throb escalating on some molecular level perceptible only over a span of minutes. Ethan eased down into one of the four upholstered chairs in the sitting area.
He shut his eyes and counted down from sixty as he massaged his temples. He walked back over to the reception desk and waited for Belinda to look up. She gathered the cards up and shuffled them and began again. Another five minutes passed. Better to start off with the glad hand than a middle finger. Another ten. He had wavy blond hair that would probably be white within a decade. To his left. I was hoping to learn a few more details about that.
A deep voice hollered from the other side. Ethan thought he saw the sheriff let slip a private smirk. I sure will. As he approached the desk. It looked like solid brass. Dark brown canvas pants. Right down that hallway. Secret Service. His office is through the door at the very end. Long-sleeved button-down—hunter green. She answered. Who hit us? A man ten years his senior reclined in a leather chair.. Being charged? Behind the desk stood three antique gun cabinets brimming with rifles.
The floor of the office was a dark and deeply scuffed hardwood. Out of the blue. The miniature buildings under the glass dome became caught in a whirlwind of snow as he passed the globe back and forth between his hands. Ethan scooted his chair forward and set the Post-it on the desktop. Long gone by the time I reached the scene. Pope opened a drawer and peeled a Post-it Note off the top of a packet and handed it to Ethan along with a pen.
Like someone had whispered it into his ear. Pope nodded. Would you mind if I made a few phone calls before I leave? Who is he? Or was that all you? Then again. I just let her know what had happened. There was no intent to cut you out of the loop. Pope turned and glared down at Ethan. First Avenue. I went to her house to get some medicine for my headache.
I woke up this morning with a terrible headache. He walked toward Ethan and eased down into the empty chair beside him. One of these reclusive billionaires. Ethan saw that he was an inch or two shy of six and a half feet. But if the Secret Service was here. Ethan could tell he was a large man sitting behind the desk. Owns a bunch of biopharmaceutical companies.
Got kicked out of my hotel room. There was a great deal of decay and his face had suffered extensive blunt-force trauma. Agent Burke. Just a suggestion. Never talks to the press. It turned out to be an old. Agent Evans had been chained to a bed in one of the rooms. In ruins. No money. Please call me at the hotel tonight. He spun out the number.. It rang. Still a little sore.. Dial tone. Was there something I could help you with? I need to speak with Adam Hassler. The number to the Seattle field office came to him instantly.
I kept you waiting out in reception. Three rings in. He dialed. I hope you and Ben are OK. Got as far as the first seven digits but the final three remained shrouded in mystery. No one can seem to find my phone. Room Two Twenty-Six. I love you. There was no obligation. I guess you know that I was in a car accident out here. So much. He dug the Post-it Note out of his pocket and lifted the phone. Could I have that number. He has to do this the moment he gets the message. He was grinding his molars together to keep from screaming through the phone.
Ethan pulled the receiver away from his face and slammed it five times into the table.. Get Hassler on the phone immediately. As he was hanging the phone back up. Agent Ethan Burke? Is he out of the office today? Do you understand me? Agent Evans is dead.. I really need to speak with him. It is urgent. Hundred and five pounds. She has a faint birthmark on her cheek. Would you like my help?
He sat down at the end of the table opposite Ethan.. She worked out of the Boise field office. Blue eyes. Short brown hair last time I saw her. What does Kate look like? Uncommonly beautiful. He still reeked. When Ethan reached the bar.
He pushed as strong a pace as he could manage. The Biergarten was open and empty save for one bored-looking bartender sitting on a stool behind the bar reading a paperback novel—one of F.
But for now. In this restaurant? Last night? Beverly was her name. Ethan detecting a whiff of mockery in his smile. And I know that I was here last night. I ate a burger. Ten seconds passed as he finished reading a passage.
The sun had already dropped behind the cliffs. He could feel his pulse now in his temporal artery. Pretty brunette. Ethan straightened up. Her name was Beverly. His long. I know it. At last. Fairly tall. Dug his fingertips into his temples. Guy named Steve. You told me you would. A young couple occupied one of the loveseats by the hearth.
Sleep off the pain. How may I help. The confusion. On a romantic vacation. A tuxedoed man sat at the grand piano. The strengthening sense that something was very. Like you promised me you were going to multiple times? The fireplace warmed the lobby. And the base emotion underlying it all that was getting harder and harder to ignore.
There were things he needed to do—find Beverly. I just need to lie down for a few hours. Just a place to clear my head and sleep. He lost all sense of time. Lisa called after him. He stumbled back and sat down hard on the sidewalk against a building. I have no money. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Wanted the bed. Anything to stop this pain. He bumped into someone. As he reached the doors. I am begging you. He was either going to the hospital or he was sleeping outside—in an alley.
Ethan stopped. But it was eight blocks. That I could lose my job? He just stared at her. A man pushed him. The streetlamps and the lights from passing cars began to swirl. Ethan noting the strength flooding out of his legs like someone had pulled a drain plug. There was still fear of it. But none of that mattered. A few miles west of town on Highway Then he was lying on his side on the cold concrete. Can you hear me? Theresa had been hoping for a pretty day.
They were going regardless of the weather. Her friend Darla drove. It was still overcast. Words came at him. Night had fallen. He might have dreamed. He opened his eyes. A woman knelt beside him. He was shivering. She was shaking him. They started out in silence. Ben sat down beside her and she put her arm around him. Moss everywhere. How you feeling? The entire time. Theresa walked out into the meadow. The group passed the World War II bunkers and climbed through groves of fern and then into forest.
Is this it? The trees still dripping. Theresa could feel a burning in her legs and the tears coming. Theresa glanced down into a cove as the trail passed above it. Maybe some other people will too. She crumpled down in the wet grass. They neared the top. It started to rain as they reached the summit—nothing heavy.
There was the pattering of drizzle on the hood of her poncho and nothing else. I guess. Today the peak was socked in. She was crying now. Lushness even in early winter. On a clear day. It was saturated from the rain. Ethan and I always talked about coming back here for a weekend. She dug out several chunks of earth and then let Ben do the same. They reached the summit at sunset on a clear. Her friends were milling around in the ferns. Some of the others were crying now too..
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