Man, Mae, and the Moths

"You can't expect straight descriptions of X sneaking up behind you and saying, "Boo!" No, X will make you feel temperature, and then emotion, and then skin, then the smell... Total immersion. It's uncomfortable, it's frightening, its totally addictive." —Mychal Sanders; Pippin's Magic Library THE MAN...AND MAEBrent Kingsley, a grade school counselor, stands still. As a tepid stream of shower rain cascades around him he's reminded of his past. Memories of abuse tucked in mental garbage bags—black and stretched as they had been in his foster childhood. The day the memories visit is the day he meets a young boy, Davey Matthews, who might just understand the intesity of the counselor's past. The man feels as if he knows the child. His kid life may just be on the same derailing tracks that Brent's had been. He had to help him, save the child. Amid Brent's efforts he his introduced to Davey's sister. A young adult built on dirty clothes and pick-pocketing petty thefts. The real abuse and troubles start within their heads. Vertigo that can't be explained as it welds their psyches together like the tightening of a leather belt around their foreheads. A noose that ties them to one another and plummets them somewhere deep and dark. Through the unwanted connection within their fastening minds comes a monster, its MOTHS, and a story of siblings, suffoction, and survival.

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