Lost Creek Hollow A hollow place

She motioned. Stormpup took a few steps closer. He kept a reasonable distance between them, despite his curiosity. 

The girl was making pictures in the clouds. No matter his desire to stay aloof, Stormpup lacked the maturity to keep himself from scrunching his face and canting his head. 

You what? he asked childishly. This was the boy’s invitation to elaborate. Before he made up his mind on her sanity.