Incubus
This story was inspired by the Chicago L and subway system. So much in fact that the Chicago Transit Authority, or CTA, should get a cut from the money I’ve made from it. Joking.
Anyway, I lived in the windy city for a total of more than 20 years. I took the L/subway so often that I knew the stops, especially the north-south Red Line, by heart.
There was always an assortment of strange people on the L, but on one particular morning, there was more than an abundance of them. I won’t go into descriptions here, but as you read about the people my characters encounter in the following story, you may be surprised to know that all of them appeared to me in real life in the space of one single morning.
How could I not write about it?
