Signal Drift: Chapter 12

Signal Drift: Chapter 12

He didn’t remember falling asleep. But sometime in the middle of the night, the past came knocking. They were in the backyard again — her mother’s place — sitting cross-legged on an old patchwork blanket under the sagging maple tree. The sun was warm, late summer,...
Signal Drift: Chapter 11

Signal Drift: Chapter 11

The sky had been gray all morning — a cold, overcast ceiling that matched the weight in Cronauer’s chest. But just as Bill let out a wild, “YEEHAW!” and slammed the Beetle Bomb into the side of the wrecked tractor, the clouds cracked open. A golden shaft of sunlight...