by R.W. Van Sant Chapter 22 It was his first time alone in the old house. He found it unnerving. It was quiet; he could hear every creak as the house responded to the wind that was growing outside. He could even hear the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks in the cove. … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 22
By R.W. Van Sant Chapter 21 A long hot bath soothed Jerry’s aching stomach muscles. The warm water removed the residue of the sea salt and the tensions of the day. Lying in the tub, his head mostly under water, he contemplated the events of the day. Ellie had taught him quite a bit more … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 21
by R.W Van Sant Chapter 19 Once in bed, sleep and dreams quickly followed—mostly dreams of nightmare landscapes and a dead world. The sun was a small blur of light in the dense canopy that covered the whole ecosphere and had for some time. With insufficient light and heat, the plants wilted and died. Grazing … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 19 and 20
by R.W. Van Sant Chapter 18 Once home, they collapsed on the couch in exhaustion. Jerry ached from the electrically induced strain on his muscles. Ted brought in a six-pack of beer and more DVDs. Ted had recorded several taped documentaries about on diving and shipwrecks. They were entertaining, but by no means intended to … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 18
By R.W. Van Sant Chapter 17 “Hey. Jerry!” Ted shook the bed. “Wake up. It’s time to eat, and we’re burning daylight.” “Umphh!” Jerry pulled the covers back over his head to shut out the light. “Okay, I’m getting ice-water.” The tugging ceased. Jerry heard the door close. He sat up. Ted stood by the … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 17
By R.W. Van Sant Chapter 16 Jerry staggered upstairs, exhausted. The large warm bed welcomed him as he slid under the rumpled quilt. It had been a long day, and his body felt sore and cumbersome. He drifted off to sleep with thoughts of buried treasure and professional fame, floating on a cloud of possibilities. … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 16
By R.W. Van Sant Chapter 15 “Ted?” Jerry entered the house, bearing a small container of ice cream. “Cooking!” His voice emerged from the kitchen. “Still like chocolate.” “Of course!” Ted responded. The smell of boiling hotdogs filled the house. Jerry’s stomach rumbled, even though he had just eaten an ice cream cone. He appreciated … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 15
R.W. Van Sant Chapter 14 He was slightly nervous, heading for his first real dive. The equipment rattled and bounced in the rusted back of Ted’s truck. Jerry watched out the rear window, mentally identifying each piece with some degree of personal satisfaction. Regulators, diving cylinders, hoses, and gauges—he was familiar with them all. Ted … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 14
By R.W. Van Sant Chapter 13 Jerry had a quiet night. He awoke completely rested and ready for the day’s trials. If Jerry Lujan had any dreams, they were of swimming and the ocean—fragmented and mostly unremembered. Still, when he awoke, his muscles felt every moment of the previous day’s exertions. A warm shower helped, … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 13
Chapter 11 Ted poured the hot chocolate into cups and stirred in hot water. Jerry sipped slowly, contemplating his drink as though he could find answers in the misty shades of brown that swirled there. “I’ve heard that stress can cause sleepwalking,” Ted suggested finally. “How are things going? Really?” “Honestly, I don’t know. I … More Teller’s Cove Chapter 11 and 12
