Only a forked thatch of pavement separates men like Poulan from your doorstep— any doorstep. Miles of road, miles of byway, miles of interstate.Poulan devours the miles.Within every man lurks a monster, within every monster lurks a man. Fate rides on a kink in the road, on how many millions of miles pass under a man's rig in the humid crush of a midsummer Virginia afternoon— and the secret loss that propels Poulan over the horizon.By the author of The Totem of Curtained Minds, now available in Fiction River.About the Author:Writer and working scientist Ken Hinckley resides in the Seattle area with his wife and children. His fiction appears in professional markets including Nature, Penumbra, and Fiction River, and his research career spans some 80 scientific papers and 150 patents (and counting). He believes he may yet have a good idea or two left in him.You can find him at kenhinckley.wordpress.com.