The two boys on the raft watched the shorelines fly by.
“We’ve never been this far,” Kendall said.
“I have,” Jaimie replied, “and there’s something I want to show you.”
A dilapidated shack came into view around a bend. Wispy smoke from the chimney; green light blazing through a window. “A wizard lives here,” Jaimie whispered, eyes hungry.
“We should go back.” Kendall grabbed the oar.
“I’m never going back.” Jaimie jumped in and swam to shore. Kendall watched him approach the shack, dripping river water. The door opened—a flash—and the raft carried Kendall out of sight downriver.
Author’s Note: I had Huck Finn on my mind writing this story. I think a wizard would have spiced up that tale a bit.
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