My name is Johanna Dane. The bones of my ancestors are buried deep here in Dane’s Crossing, a cocoon of singing trees and magical beauty hidden like a jewel between the Whitley Mountains
and the Eldorado River. My twin brother Mica says the river is his prop. Every day he leaves the studio, a sketch pad in his backpack, ready to see what surprises she has in store for him. It is hard for me to tell you this. Mica is missing in the floating world that is our town, devastated by the morning’s flash flood. Where is he? Where is my beloved brother? I swim faster and faster into the flood’s dark corners past someone’s teapot, a hot-dog vendor’s cart, measuring spoons and the morning’s newspapers still tied up with string. Each time I rise back up to the surface, nearly comatose without air, I come back empty handed. Won’t you please help me find him?
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