FICTION: Canyon of Love

“I shit you not, there is a correlation between UFO sightings in California and booking hotels in Las Vegas.”

"Theo Lawrence is one of the keepers that guard the flame of modern-day country music in the United States." - the DJ's voice on the radio broke the monotony of the night road. The driver was still shaken a bit by what he had just seen, but he tried to shake it off and concentrate on the present. It might have been a mirage, as he was tired, but he felt something much bigger and darker crawling inside of him and taking over his mind.

The singer's balmy voice just felt like an instant massage to his brain for now. He had been driving for a while now, as his show was over in the Caesar's. "Yeah, but this guy's French" - noted the driver nonchalantly. The road was dark, of course, it was the dead of the night, and only the two beams of the car's light were drawing the car in the direction, which, luckily, matched the direction of the road.