My Brother Disappeared Along The Oregon Coast, And I Think Whatever Took Him Is After My Whole Family

The thought burned in the back of my mind. Guilt crept into my blood like a slow drip from an IV.

“Maybe he caught on fire and drove to the water to put it out?” Calvin went on.

“Come on,” I said and spit some chew in Calvin’s direction.

I followed the tracks which led off of the course and towards the ocean until they hit the moist sand and started to fade away.

I stopped and immediately heard Calvin yell from behind me.

“His tracks go into the ocean.”

“I see that,” I said smugly.

I looked down the beach in both directions, but didn’t see Roger’s four wheeler, or any signs of life. That guilt which was only slowly trickling into me just a few moments ago was now shooting into me like a fast shot of speed.

“Let’s split up, drive up and down the shore,” I suggested.

Calvin nodded an affirmative and we took off in opposite directions.

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Jack Follman

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