A book, unwritten

by CT Liotta

Someday, I’ll finish this story, but until I do, here’s the opening.

A man and his 14-year-old granddaughter looked over a lake from the end of a pier in Lewis County, West Virginia. It was late September and cool, and the wooden pillars cast long shadows that ran parallel to a trail of black skid marks. The marks continued past where the old man stood, but seemed inconsequential to him as he studied the shoreline on the opposite side.

Photo: Nicholas A. Tonelli

“Tell me again, grand...