by Ashlyn M. Ohm | May 17, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
I still smile every time I think about that drive. Every time I remember how all us crazy ramshackle kids packed into that rental SUV. Kason drove, I rode next to him, and Jaz, Brooklyn, and Adam crammed themselves into the backseat. All our luggage—with the telescope...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | May 10, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
It took less than thirty seconds to relay to Jaz what I’d learned. And it took even less time than that for all three of us—her, me, and Kason—to load into the rental car and head into downtown Sacramento. Blake was nowhere to be seen, and Adam had asked me about...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | May 3, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
I was sitting in the shadows under the street sign when an ancient-looking Honda Civic pulled up next to the curb. Once the car shuddered off, Kason climbed out of the driver’s side and made his way toward me—slowly, cautiously, as if I might spook if he moved too...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Apr 26, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
So, I went from sleeping in an over-cab bunk to sleeping in a guest room in a Nevada mansion. And let me tell you—I got much better sleep on the narrow strip of crackling cushions, smashed against the windshield in the snout of the RV, than I did on the king-size bed...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Apr 19, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
The Uber driver was a stocky, silent guy who obviously preferred classic rock radio over conversation. Which was fine by me. My emotions were shrapnel in my chest, and I didn’t feel like talking. Not when I was an hour away from the moment I’d dreamed about for...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Apr 12, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
The music and laughter and light of the celebration faded quickly behind me as I ran, the sidewalk slipping away under my feet. It wasn’t until I reached the RV that I remembered: I didn’t have the keys to get in. Who did have them? Blake? Fine, then....
