Chapter 41

The two took off moments later in the general direction of this area’s new roadside attraction.

With Riolo’s guidance, it didn’t take long to find it. And their enemy made no attempt to hide his work. There really were mushrooms growing on everything. Weird ones with big tops or disproportional stems. Some looked to be growing into each other, like the flowers and trees she’d witnessed back in Oklahoma. And the plants in and around the collection of homes were no less distorted. Trees bent and twisted. One even pierced part of a house, tearing into the flimsy siding like a funnel cloud made of bark and disturbingly vibrant leaves.

Apart from the obvious monstrosities, Ken could see no one, nor could she hear anything but the wind. “What is this?” asked the frightened, middle-aged woman next to her. “What am I looking at?”

“Are you religious?” she asked, staring at the structures through her dusty windshield.

Riolo nodded. “Sort of. I mean, yeah. I go to church.”