
Unclaimed
He never made it home Friday night. Saturday morning, his mother set the table for two.
Keeler, up in the north country, fall of 1987. Your best friend Denny went down the hill after dark and never got home, and you were the last one with him. By Saturday the class roster is one line shorter and there's a sewing machine in his bedroom. His mother still waves you in for breakfast, same as always. She just can't place whose friend you are. Thirty years ago the state flooded the old town at the bottom of the valley to make the reservoir, and the relocation paperwork never got finished — including the man whose job was keeping the water works in order, who was never told to stop. He doesn't take the ones somebody is still looking for. You get a bike, a pen, and the few people who still remember. Writing a name down and saying it out loud is the whole arsenal.