Rated G. Contains a journey into rampant surrealism.
by Caleb Wilson
Some things you will need are a full tank of gas, a flashlight, an axe, a bicycle.
Heading north on Route 110, turn left onto Entwhistle. The street will be paved in dark, fresh asphalt and tree-lined. The web of shadows, light dark light, will fall through the teeth of the leaves onto the windshield. Drive through four lights and beneath an iron railroad bridge.
About the Author
Caleb Wilson’s fiction has appeared in Weird Tales, Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, the Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror anthology series, and most recently D. F. Lewis’s anthology Horror Without Victims. He and his wife live in Illinois and work at a public library.
About the Narrator
Chris Furst is a narrator.