The Pool at Harrington’s Oasis: Book One

A man who has spent a lifetime almost-arriving. A pool that has been waiting just as long.Owen Turner has measured rivers across the American South for thirty years - precise, careful, always moving. At fifty-two, he has good work, a paid-off car, and the quiet understanding that the life he was waiting for isn't coming. He came to Florida to walk the trail. Instead, something led him off it.What he finds is the Old Oasis: the bones of a 1950s family resort, swallowed by palmetto and live oak, home to a small and weathered community of people who tend the land and pay careful attention to what it holds. At its center is a pool - Olympic-sized, overgrown, its mosaic compass rose half-visible beneath water that remembers every summer the resort almost was. A cat finds him before he finds the pool. An elder has ninety-nine years of stories and very little time left. A woman who tends the citrus grove doesn't trust men who say they'll stay.The pool needs a tender. Owen doesn't believe in magic. But the water, when he drinks it, tastes like home.A cozy fantasy about late arrivals, deep roots, and learning to tend what was left dreaming. For readers of T.J. Klune, Becky Chambers, and Alix E. Harrow.

Pages: 201, Paperback, Independently published