Lopperkem

  Isolated Place by Lopperkem  The road was rough and narrow, the trees on both sides so thick they almost blocked the fading sunlight. By the time Caleb reached the house, night had fallen completely. His headlights cast long shadows on the crumbling porch of the wooden cabin—his grandfather's old retreat, deep in the mountains, far from cell towers, far from everything. It had been years since anyone set foot here. No electricity. No reception. Just a wood-burning stove, a rusted radio, and silence so loud it rang in your ears. Caleb wasn’t running from anything—at least, that’s what he told himself. But in truth, the city had become unbearable. The noise. The pressure. The constant, blinking presence of everyone’s lives. So he packed light and drove to the last place he remembered feeling invisible. Inside, the air was stale with forgotten memories. Dust clung to every surface. A family photo hung crooked on the wall—his younger self, smiling in the arms of a man he cou...