One year after my brother died, I found his last discovered geocache. Just a plain, hollowed out rock down by the local creek. I knew it was the last one he found, because he had logged the date in the geocache journal.
I ran my fingers over his name. Next to the exact date he died.
The dates before his all also… occurred the same day every year. Why were people finding this cache on this day?
Why had I? I didn’t hunt treasures.
Frowning, I noted a scribbled word at the bottom of the journal. It just read RUN.
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