The Absinthe Tide
The heavy night air hanging over Biscayne Bay was thick with the rot of massive, floating mats of Sargassum seaweed. Dark, tangled golden-brown rafts bumped gently against the concrete seawall…
The Gated Frequency of Kissimmee
The manicured berms of the vacation capital were completely different from the dry scrub of Yeehaw Junction. As Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes drove north into Kissimmee, the rural gravel roads dissolved…
The Tide of the Ten Thousand
The humid night air drifting off Biscayne Bay carried the sharp, familiar scent of salt water, diesel exhaust, and wet limestone. Downtown Miami rose behind them in a towering wall…
The Sonic Conduit in West Palm Beach
The open-air amphitheater in West Palm Beach was completely packed, the heavy summer air vibrating with the bass notes of a sold-out rock concert. Thousands of fans waved their glowing…
The Phantom Rider of Dead Man’s Oak
The historic core of Downtown Kissimmee faded into the dense, moss-draped oak hammocks along the upper drainage basin of the Kissimmee River. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes slowly navigated his truck down…
The Ghostly Crossroads of Nowhere
The skeleton of the Desert Inn stood silent at the intersection of State Road 60 and the Turnpike, a lonely monument to a bypassed era. Yeehaw Junction had once been…
The Walking Stone of Hendry County
The heat shimmer rising from the gravel roads of Hendry County made the distant sugarcane fields look like they were underwater. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes sat in the bed of his…
They Never left: The Median Migration
The hum of high speed traffic vibrated through the metal guardrails of Florida’s Turnpike just south of the exit for Kissimmee. Standard sedans and tourist filled minivans streaked past at…
The Serpent in the Shallows
The heavy afternoon downpour had just tapered off, leaving the air at the edge of the Everglades thick and suffocating. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes adjusted his canvas pack and stepped carefully…
The Subterranean Frequency: Enter Penelope Vance
The neon lights of the Swap Shop drive in theater flickered against the heavy Fort Lauderdale twilight, casting long shadows across the rows of parked cars. Monty Tiberius Beauregard Hayes…