Liz, a jaded Black millennial, reluctantly returns to the Rust Belt for a friend’s wedding. When a twelve-year-old disappears, Liz is the only one who sees a pattern. They’re all Black girls. But as she gets closer to uncovering the truth, she risks being devoured by the beast lurking in her town’s dark past. LOVECRAFT COUNTRY meets THE LOVELY BONES.
If Liz knew her role in this, she would never let me narrate. She wouldn’t trust me to get it right. But she couldn’t see herself the way I could. I knew what lived beneath her stern expression. I saw the frailty in her steady spine. I smelled what she protected within her well-spaced ribs.
Liz had the perfect heart.
Its tempo was flawless. The muscle was taut. And its capacity rivaled the cosmos. Still, even with this marvel in her chest, she wasn’t ready to use it. From the beginning, it was clear.
Liz was lost.
She knew what city she was in, New York. She knew what train she was on, the Uptown A. She knew what time it was, mid-April around 11:15 pm. Her belief in her phone conveyed these facts to her. Remove the device and you’d reveal the girl.
Yet, on that train, she was more at home than the young woman sitting across from her. Judging by the way the woman studied the subway map, she was adrift in its web of lines and color. Fortunately, a man arrived to help. He wasn’t helpful because he was a man, he was helpful because of the confidence he possessed in being one. Something drew Liz’s eyes to the young woman’s. Once there, she saw the whole picture. Though the woman smiled and nodded, subtle shifts in her posture betrayed her. She was trying to escape.