There was a tree. I remember it. I swear I’d be able to recognize it. Because it looked so unusual. It stood on my left, in the distance, by Interstate 80. At first, it was just a blur in the shimmering heat haze, but as I drove closer, its skeletal outline became distinct. Skeletal: that’s what struck me at first as being strange. | Copyright 1984 by David Morrell. Originally published in WHISPERS 5, edited by Stuart L. Schiff. Reprinted by permission of the author. Narrated by Stefan Rudnicki.
