Member-only story
‘Walkers Dam’- a Roland McCray Story
Words have meanings not to be confused with what one thinks they mean.
“Logic will get you from A to B, imagination takes you everywhere.”
Albert Einstein
“Let’s stop here a minute,” Johnny said, then rolled his bike to a stop in the cool, shaded green grass near what we called the catapult trees. He unstrapped his canteen and took a quick swallow. I followed him onto the grass and did the same, then wiped sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. It was still early but already hot.
“It’s hotter than it was supposed to be, according to the weather forecast,” Johnny said.
“And we’re going to have to go easy on the water. It will be like an oven on those railroad tracks.”
“I know. That’s why I just took a small swig,” he replied. “We can cool off when we get to the damn but there won’t be water there safe to drink.”
“Yeah, I’m not drinking pond water and there’s no fountain like the one at the Crater.”
Johnny shook his head, looked at me and smiled. “That would be great if there was, though.”
The fountain was an old, black iron one on the walking path around the Crater that you could put your foot on the lever, then hold it down until the sound of water…
