Dave Price
Rain lashes against the corrugated roof—a rhythmic, deafening roar that usually makes the house feel like a fortress. You’re settled in, perhaps listening to the water gush through the downpipes, when a sound cuts through the static of the storm. Knock. Knock. Knock. It’s hollow and insistent. Not the sharp rap of a neighbor, but a heavy, tired thud against the wood.
About Dave Price
Rain lashes against the corrugated roof—a rhythmic, deafening roar that usually makes the house feel like a fortress. You’re settled in, perhaps listening to the water gush through the downpipes, when a sound cuts through the static of the storm. Knock. Knock. Knock. It’s hollow and insistent. Not the sharp rap of a neighbor, but a heavy, tir...Read more