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

“My foot, not my age,” Geoffrey felt the need to point out.


Tag smiled. “I figured. You could pass for thirty.”


Geoffrey appreciated the fib from a guy who could pass for twenty—or possibly was. “How, um, old are you?”


“Thirty-two,” Tag said with his mouth full, as if just the age two part. “Three. Thirty-three. I keep forgetting that last birthday a couple months back.”


“You look half my age,” Geoffrey said.


“Well I’m not,” Tag told him. “Not since I was seventeen.”


Geoffrey did the math. Either Tag was quick, or else he’d given the age difference some serious thought, as if he’d been romanticizing the rock writings too. “You have a baby face,” Geoffrey commented.


Chapter 16