02.17.07
White Divide
That morning after the first rain, broad and shallow puddles appeared everywhere, and all the roads were covered with a sheen of wet oil.
He collected his lunch sack and stomped off over the alien, moist earth. As he passed a field, he sensed something off to his right. He turned, instinctively, to see whether something was watching him, and caught sight of a narrow, white banner that stretched across the East, above and beyond the canopy of the neighborhoods behind the field. This was his first acquaintance with the White Divide. Like a great phantom of ice and stone, it had been all but nonexistent since he arrived, and suddenly it appeared, vivid, white, and silent, hovering over the heretofore limitless plain.
© 2007 Dan J. Jensen
