One year after my brother died, I found his last discovered geocache. Just a plain, hollowed out rock down by the local creek. I knew it was the last one he found, because he had logged the date in the geocache journal.
I ran my fingers over his name. Next to the exact date he died.
The dates before his all also… occurred the same day every year. Why were people finding this cache on this day?
Why had I? I didn’t hunt treasures.
Frowning, I noted a scribbled word at the bottom of the journal. It just read RUN.
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Summer’s latest:
With Words We Weave 2022: Hope
Featuring an exclusive Hopeful Wanderer short-story!
For over 100 years, Texas High Plains Writers has been a part of great storytelling in Texas and beyond.
This year, our anthology offers a collection of short-stories, memoirs, inspirational essays, and poetry filled with hope.
With 22 talented authors, from best-sellers to the first time in print, there is something for everyone.
Great heroes of legends past sit side by side in these pages with the unsung citizens showing kindness to strangers. Humor, adventure, and nostalgia combine to remind us all that hope can be found anywhere.
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