These are stories from the quiet margins, between signal and static, memory and erosion. Lyrical, reflective, and quietly unsettling, this collection is less about answers and more about the questions we carry when the systems around us begin to fray.
The Shelter at McAfee Knob
It started raining the way fatigue creeps in, soft at first, then relentless. The fog thickened on the ridge, swallowing my headlamp beam into a haze as dense as milk. Each white blaze looked like a ghost ahead of me, urging me up toward Campbell Shelter. Thunder rolled somewhere over Catawba Valley, low and guttural, […]
