Fourth Person Singular
by Dale L. Sproule
Every night since I was seven years old he’s swooped down at me out of the darkness of sleep: a pale, skeletal boy with thin arms thrust out like wings, eyes like white domes in black craters, mouth open as he screams acceleration.
His name is Wren.
About the Author
Dale is a professional communicator: publisher, editor, writer, copywriter and teacher. He also writes literature of the fantastic. His short story collection, Psychedelia Gothique, is available from most booksellers. As a visual artist, he has illustrated books and magazines and has carved numerous sculptures out of stone.
About the Narrator
Jaron voices and produces professional radio commercials and other audio production projects.