J.S. Nathaniel

“Which way?” Papi’s voice rose above the chirping engine, a haunting question that infected the silence. Sweat dripped down his neck as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The dirt road ahead looked well-traveled, but something felt off. “Go right, Papi,” I whispered, my heart racing. As we drove deeper into the woods, the trees pressed closer, their shadows stretching long and thin. Relief washed over me when a clearing appeared, but the ruts and puddles reminded me that our journey was far from over. Would we find solid ground, or were we lost in the wild?

WHERE THE SHORE ONCE STOOD