Gone Fishing On Cedar Bay Near Kingstree, South Carolina – Short Story
The sun, a fiery orange orb rising over the low-slung pines, painted Cedar Bay in shimmering gold. Mist clung to the still water, wispy tendrils curling around cypress knees like secrets whispered on the breeze. Dew-kissed grass crunched under boots as I trudged down the familiar dirt path, rod and tackle box slung over my …