

John Grandits
Grandits has published several books of poetry, including "Technically, It’s Not My Fault". He lives in New Jersey with his wife, a librarian.
“Jay! Let’s head for the rocks!!”, you yell. Both you and Jay start racing toward the rocks, but you’re weighed down by your heavy packs. Your foot hits a rock and you go tumbling, pain shooting up your leg. Jay throws his pack off and runs back to you. “Don’t worry, squirt!”, he shouts as he pulls you on his back. “We’re gonna make….”. Suddenly you’re immersed in muddy water and you lose your grip on Jay. You try keep your head above water, but it’s too much. As you feel your lungs fill with water, you wonder how long it will be before someone finds your bodies……