Wildly Misread's The Ridge By Randall Johnston (Story As Is) Excerpt - Anvil An Anchor on The Ground   "Sink so I may see you do the same, anvil." I'm waiting for the crushed sarcophagus to break apart from the pressure. "You have been gone a long time." My eager waiting is weighing my mind down because of impatience. Startled abruptly by the small enclosure. At a touch, immediately knowing the surrounding encasement is brittle, the water will get in. "You have been gone a long time." Matches, damp. "Shit." It sparked, then sizzled burned out to carbon. Leaving me with the clear visual of a downed hope, "Okay, I've been drinking." Where the fuck am I? "Curious, you'd choose a frigate to cross the ocean." Kicking my enclosure for the coffin tin to open. "Hey, this isn't funny. I got fucking claustrophobia." I'd rather die than meet my old friend. This might as well be a trash receptacle rummagi...