Joanna Parypinski | Dead Worms, Dangling

Published: Dec. 18, 2019, 11:01 a.m.

When Milo got to the river\u2019s edge, where the log fern gave way to a rough bank, Buck was already there. Shirt tied around his waist, his lean thirteen-year-old\u2019s torso glossed with sweat, bent over with his hands on his knees. There was something in his face Milo didn\u2019t like.\xa0 \u201cDrop something?\u201d\xa0Buck startled and turned. \u201cNothing important. What took you so long?\u201d\xa0Milo swatted away flies that had found a perch on his glasses. | Copyright 2019 by Joanna Parypinski. Narrated by Stefan Rudnicki.\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices