A little secret: much of the geography I use in my stories is directly pulled from the places I'm most familiar with from my childhood. I tweak it, but if you look close enough and know the areas, you might find the roads and forests and mountains familiar.
Tag: grief
Between: Week One
I drove numbly through bright summer sunshine toward a nowhere place on a nowhere back highway. Nothing to see here except scrublands on either side of the cracked, pitted road, just my destination; a sad little marker like thousands that stood next to roads across the country, commemorating a place where one or more lives … Continue reading Between: Week One
M. Rhys Bail 