Keeping My Iguanas to Myself
Nonfiction
Rae and I pedaled as quickly as we could. Above us, the evening sky purpled toward evening. Beneath us, majestic, neon-bright iguanas serpentined through the clear water, their sinuous glowing tails trailing behind them like iridescent streamers chasing a comet.
We pedaled with everything we had, fighting to maint…