IF you know Dallas, this tiny story’ll make sense to you.
IF you DON’T know Dallas, this is a perfect place to start!
From “World Without Love ~ A Collection of Short Stories that Together Tell a Story (page 7):
I didn’t write this first story. I’m only retelling it because I think it explains a lot.
Evidently, way back in the summer of 1956 – the summer before my third birthday – my dad took a job as a fire-watcher up in the wild mountain timberlands of northern Idaho. He climbed a tall wooden tower each day to survey the forest for telltale signs of trouble, while my mom, my baby sister and I stayed in the tent below.
One warm August night, apparently I’d had enough of the idyllic existence and wanted to get on with my life.
So I left.
Mom and Dad didn’t know what to do.
I was nowhere to be found.
Alone in the wilderness.
Up high on the next ridge.
What was that?
(I had taken the flashlight with me.)
I was still trudging along when Dad caught up to me.
“Where you goin’?” He asked.
“I’m goin’,” was my reply.
“Goin’ where?” He pressed.
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