"Cricket Song" By Jeffrey LeBlanc (Narrated By Author)

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We wrote "Cricket Song" while sailing across the Red Sea (Saudia Arabia) in December 2019. It was quite the treacherous and unpredictable voyage as you can expect in the region. One of our more incredible surprises was being awakened in the middle of a storm-filled night by the chirp of crickets outside my vessel door. Fired to imagination of a most ghastly design, we wrote our Lovecraftian swamp tale that very night well into the next morning. It has since had a hopping life of its own.

To foreshadow the events that will happen to our hapless explorers--Marie and Paul Galatoire, we provide the following:

"In that same silver paradise of shimmering night, as an alligator bellowed, mosquitoes hummed, and green tree frogs chirped….a million crickets rubbed their wings together and sang."

Can Marie and Paul Galatoire solve the deadly mystery of the cricket song? And, if they do, what horrors will be unleashed?--JL