Noon in the Desert

They say conspiracy theory radio talk shows only play at night. They’re wrong.

Sometimes midday you can hear them. If you drive out of the city into the middle of nowhere. Just listen.

Park and play the radio just right, and you might hear the tales of lizard zombies that crawl out of the Earth’s core following a meteor storm. I almost saw one once; a lizard zombie, I mean.

I know the greys are real. Sometimes, I hear them through the fillings in my teeth, always at high noon. At night, they taunt me with their dreaded Hum.

I use the radio in my old truck and a prepaid burner phone, never a smartphone. You never know who might be listening. But I suspect it’s an organization with jumbled letters. The kind of letters that correspond to numbers that add up to evil.

The people must be warned. Don’t they know the End Times are coming?

I give them a call

“Hello, Friend! You’re on the air!”

And I tell the truth

E.J. LeRoy is a Pushcart Prize-nominated writer with a forthcoming mpreg novella. Curious? Visit http://ejleroy.weebly.com.