They arrived in Cornerstone just before dawn. It was the glorious morning hour, with the air still cool with dew as the dark blue night sky crashed into the pink glow of the rising sun. The light bathed the town in an orange hue that bounced off of everything: the windows of the Pentecostal church next to the water tower at the entrance to town, the fire station and tiny city hall, and the tractors with their farmers preparing to work the endless miles of cornfields surrounding them.
1.
“Can’t believe I remembered that,” Jeremy said. “It’d been decades since I was here. And even then, only that one time.”
“It’s not hard to get lost in Cornerstone,” David said.
——-
I believe Jeremy should say, “It’s been decades…”
And given that Jeremy is surprised he can find his way, it seems like David should say:
“It’s hard to get lost in Cornerstone,”…