Chapter 18: Candmore Beach
The sketch came easy for him: a two-lane highway headed north. To the right of the highway was a sign that read ERIE. There was an overpass and a U-Haul truck in the background. The foreground consisted of the Highwayman’s rugged looking boots, which were covered in droplets of blood. His left hand held a Swiss Army pocket knife, which was fully extended and dripped with blood. On the Highwayman’s wrist was the word MESH.
Damian’s mind drifted while he sketched. It was if he had leaped into his past, time traveling to when he was a boy of sixteen. He was with Andrew on Candmore Beach again, near Daytona, Florida. It was July and the heat was impossible to enjoy, yet they somehow survived it together. They were with Uncle William and his new wife, Judy, for a we
