Alan Coats is a graduate student at the University of Georgia, studying forest hydrology. He likes dogs, gardening, and stories about human interaction with the natural world. His writing has also appeared in River and South Review.
The gem seemed at first to be a kind of mirage. It stuck out of the ground, the size of a sleeping mule, and Nehemiah and his son stood over it, tilting their heads to see the infinite varieties of iridescence.