Uncle Shom Part 1 «2024-2026»

“Well, boy,” he said, kneeling to my eye level. “Do you believe in things that cannot be explained?”

He was not what I expected. No beard. No cane. No wild eyes. Instead, he was immaculate—a linen suit despite the heat, polished brogues, and a silver-handled umbrella he used more like a scepter than rain protection. His face was a roadmap of deep lines, but his eyes… his eyes were the color of aged bourbon, and they twinkled with a mischief that felt ancient. Uncle Shom Part 1

“The watchmen of the in-between. They want their toll. They want the memory I’ve been hiding from them for forty years.” “Well, boy,” he said, kneeling to my eye level

He then told me the first piece of the story—the part that would hook me forever. No cane

“It found me again,” he said without turning around. “They always find me.”