Into the Woodpeckers

Rana and Jacob spent an afternoon in the forest by the stream wiry insects skated on the eddies near the banks. The turtle stopped to watch them from the grass beside the path. Rona thought they did live to ages like that, staggering, cartoonish ages. Nights, once max was down, ronna and jacob would play risk an old set the boxes, split corners, held ith masking tape, and talked their way along the edges of the hard questions.