After the end of a bad relationship and the death of his dog, Geoffrey is left with a choice: live the rest of his life alone or start over. But starting over is easier said than done, and alone in the woods one night, Geoffrey writes those very words on a rock.<br><br>To his surprise, when he returns later, he discovers someone has replied. The lengthy written conversation that ensues over days leaves Geoffrey less lonely, and also quite hopeful and intrigued about the future and the identity of his mysterious new friend.

Written in Stone

“Is your girlfriend with you?” Geoffrey asked.


“Eww. She’s my sister, brah. And no. She and Molly are home. I wanted to come by myself. I’m Skippy, by the way.”


Of course you are, Geoffrey thought. “Geoffrey,” he said.


Broadway lyricists and writers were hardly famous. Skippy must have been a theater buff.


“‘Cause no one else carries a notebook around, right? I’ve, uh, been watching you a while, Geoff. I know you and your dog always went back into the woods, you know, like, by the big rock. And I noticed how you still do now, without the dog.”


Chapter 13