The True Shortcut

There were two ways to the river. One was the true shortcut. It involved minor gymnastics. If you couldn’t do those, you’d go back or land on a row of spikes. I don’t know why the spikes grew down there, but there was a skeleton in them. Sometimes I would slap a vulture on my way over.

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