The girl leaned her forehead against the window in the backseat and watched the fields of green rolling by while she searched for wildlife. She’d heard bison were in Wyoming, sometimes blocking the roads as they crossed. They said Pronghorns bounced across the fields on spring-like legs. She didn’t think she’d see a bear from the road, but oh, how she wanted to.
I just want today to last forever. The thought is pinwheeling in my head during my morning walk, when my phone buzzes in my pocket and breaks the loop. I stop under an oak tree to make sure it’s not an emergency, because my obsessive brain is always ready for bad news.As I tap the screen, a gravelly voice yells out behind me. “Watch out!”
Goldie writes her name in big, cursive letters. She has always liked the look of her name, the way the letters loop together. She writes it over and over again, up and down the sides of the paper until the words overlap, closing in on the white space of the paper. There is at least one page like this for every entry in her diary.
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