4 of 5 stars.
Religious enlightenment is to “tripping balls” as the Rapture is to a very bad drug trip squared. This vignette brilliantly makes the difference indiscernible between the psychotropic drugs and supernatural, Lovecraftian interaction.
There exists almost a childish pleading in the opening line:
I just wanted to get high.
Now I’m squatting in a dank cave with my eyes pressed shut, trying to think a way out of my goddamn dilemma . . .
1st person narrator, Carson, is a h.s. dropout, ex-dealer, ex-junkie who should have learned to stay well enough away. But for his friend, Jay, and Jay’s hormones: “Jay just wanted to get laid, which put me in an awkward spot.” And for the identical twin sisters that Carson schooled with that still like to get high, but with a bit of native spiritualism mixed in. Carson’s game to trying things under the peer pressure of this assemblage.
The four tow a camper out to desert New Mexico to partake in huitanci mushrooms, which only the girls are serious about. The boys’ motives are the lines above.
One very dazed-and-confused scene later, Jay has disappeared in a burst of bright all-knowing light leaving his unsoiled clothes behind. Carson can can only find solace in the extreme absence of light found in caves . . .
This tale appears in Whispers of the Abyss 2: The Horrors That Were and Shall Be edited by Kat Rocha. I received this new anthology directly from 01 Publishing through bookreviewdirectory.wordpress.com.
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