Road Kill

Road Kill 7 is like an awkward family portrait. Apocalyptic Karma stands poised behind a pink curtain. A frustrated cryptid reemerges behind the Pine Curtain. A haunting act of penitence occurs at a blood-soaked battleground. A stark Lone Star lottery costs a woman both her sons. Then, there’s a slippery connubial nexus, a bizarre diluvial disappearance, a spry, mysterious book sniffer, and an avenging hoodoo demon. There are elements in the frame you don’t recognize until you see them up close, with your own eyes. By then, of course, it’s too late.