Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

y the time we ceased walking, the boiling sun had faded into the horizon.

Long, purple shadows now stretch across the heaping, woozy sand. Sweat
has permeated my shirt and hair, curling and matting it to my skull. My water
is empty, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about when my next drink
would be.

“Where are we?” I ask the creature, watching as it presses its fingers against
the side of the mountain we've stopped at—the smooth stone is flawless save for
some fine cracks running vertically up the length of the mountain. The creature
mashes its fingers against the stone, reaching into each crack and grunting with
what I assume is dissatisfaction before trying at another crack.

Almost as if it’s looking for something... maybe a way in? The thought
surprises me and I find myself helping, pressing my hands against the stone and
feeling the coolness of it sooth my skin. I close my eyes fora moment, my chest
heaving in relief. A rumbling sensation drums through the stone and into my
fingertips, vibrating my eyes open and at attention. I scan my surroundings and
find that the creature has wedged itself half in a crack. It grunts and wiggles itself
further into the crack, its green bubbly body bulging with the effort, like a soft-
baked loaf of bread rising too far out of the pan. More vibrations sound through
my fingertips, as if the mountain has a heartbeat. It’s an alien planet, the damn
mountain very well could be alive...

The creature then slips entirely into the mountain and with a deep breath, |
follow after it. What I can only assume is the entrance to its shelter or home looks
rather narrow and bleak. Peering inside, there’s nothing but darkness.

“Okay... 1 guess I go in?” The words leave my mouth and echo off the rock.
Swallowing hard, I force down the nervousness building inside me, “I’ve come

this far, I might as well...”
Continuation of this exciting adventure next week!

Pacem ecee

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

 

Bored alone
stuck in quarantine at home;

“Nothing passes time," I groan.

English Bay
is too crowded. Animal

Crossing brings dismal dismay.

I never
did enjoy it. I'm lying
facedown now forever.

Illustration by Sonam Kaloti

   

Illustration by Morgan Hannah