One Road On Gull Island

About this book:

On a windswept island four miles long and eighty-four souls strong, the ferry's final whistle doesn't just signal a schedule change—it sounds the death knell of a way of life. When the *Wanderer* chugs away into the October fog for the last time, nine-year-old Arthur watches the mainland sever its tether, leaving Gull Island to face winter, dwindling supplies, and a four-mile ribbon of cracking asphalt that leads only to the edge of the world.

Through Arthur's eyes and his grandfather Silas's laconic wisdom, *One Road on Gull Island* unfolds a year of quiet reckoning. Salt eats the road's shoulders. The general store's shelves thin. A truck's engine coughs its last for want of a float valve no boat will bring. Yet in the rhythm of tides, the hum of a single telephone wire, and the stubborn bloom of sea-pink in the yellow line at Mile Zero, a community discovers what endures when the convenience of connection is stripped away.

Evocative as a cold nor'easter and tender as a kerosene lamp's glow, this is a novel about the geography of isolation and the cartography of belonging—where every pothole holds a memory, every telephone pole sings with ghosts, and the road itself becomes the spine of a story that asks: when the world stops coming to you, how do you keep moving forward?