Micah Goentzel

The Dogs Watched

T Crushed soapstone greeted her tires as she turned down the wooded drive. The bleached rock clashed harshly against the foliage of the forest like an oil slick in a blue-green ocean and she thought it strange in this setting; oaks, pine and a periodic hickory densely covered the North Carolina property only miles from the Atlantic coastline and the sheer white of the drive seemed in such stark contrast to the coastal forest. A unique name made finding him effortless even after five years spent apart. Many search engines still gave his whereabouts somewhere in the midwest; she remembered him talking about his grandfather’s Kansas homestead and thought maybe he’d gone back to his deeper Jayhawk roots. With time and persistence, however, a deeper investigation placed him near the coast where she now found herself seeking out a shadow of a lead. Residing very near the address the world wide web offered, she decided to take a chance and begin her search there.