The Call of the Siren
I love the crisp mountain air of Colorado; it’s why I became a Park Ranger. Well, that and I love the wildlife. Obviously. One of my favorite hobbies is to hike and explore trails. Camping out under the stars while listening to a crackling fire is pure heavenly bliss. Thinking about this blissful scenery in my head, I was on the last bit of my scheduled shift when my supervisor Wendy called me. The shrill ring of my cell was drowned out by the tortured groan that escaped my lips. I was hoping that I could start my vacation without hearing from Wendy, but you know what happens when it’s too quiet. Rolling my eyes, I pick up my phone and contemplate whether to answer, but I knew that if I didn’t, she would make my life suck after my vacation. So, I answer the phone barely uttering my greeting as Wendy’s annoying vocal fry blares through my receiver.