Also, every time they flew and he had that damn backpack on, he forgot that the space he occupied extended beyond his physical back. He whacked bystanders in the shoulders or the chest, and, at least once, the face.
They laid out their sweat-stained clothing while the geyser was quiet, placid. They backed away and waited for her to erupt.
There was no doubt in Bea’s mind that they referred to the geyser as “she.”
A boy in your science class starts sitting behind you on the school bus. He whispers into your hair that he’s known about atoms for as long as he can remember.