Secret in the Desert is available online now for your spooky pleasure.
I have so many publications on a regular basis, it’s hard to chose which ones to include in this blog, which is for people wanting to read my work, who aren’t necessarily interested in Literary, Experimental, or that side of the Interstitial styles as much as pure straightforward Genre. Pulp. Speculative. You got it.
This story is Paranormal.
It begins:
In the line to get into Parch, we drove past signs along the pale road which ran through the dried-up lake bed that reminded me of a canvas carried through the dust, spat on by the gods, and wiped off with robes made of thorn. In fact, it was just those gods we were each paying five thousand dollars to see. We hoped they would give us a fashion show some time during that week without water, hoped our very eyes would turn to dust enough that we could blink when the dust storms cleared, and we would see the truth.
I didn’t believe in truth.
One sign said: WHAT IS IN YOUR HEAD IS IN THE GROUND.
The next: OPEN YOUR EYES.
YOUR PUPILS GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR BRAIN.
YOU TURN YOUR WORLD UPSIDE DOWN COMPLETELY WITH YOUR BRAIN.
We knew Parch would turn everything we had ever believed on its head.