Grant Baublitz

Last Call for Coal

Johnny was a small child of 11 when he wandered into the dense forest across the field from his parent’s farmhouse. He didn’t expect much from his days travel, not much of anything really happens in the small town of Marysville, PA. The rolling golden wheat in the field behind him faded to a green-white as he went deeper into the snowy pine trees. He carefully watched his step, being sure he avoids the jagged and mossy rocks that lined the bed of the forest.