Transplanted Scot, William Meikle—now residing in Canada—is, in my view, the 21st century version of Edgar Allan Poe. No, he’s not a drug addict, at least not as far as I know, but the stories he churns out would make a drug addict quit cold turkey. Even when he writes humor, his stuff is downright scary. The collection of short stories in Green Grow the Rashes is no exception. From a down-at-the-heels singer who sees a green ghost, to the ‘thing’ hiding in the banana boat, Meikle conjures up some of the weirdest, scariest, and absolutely entertaining scenarios. If you like your short fiction with an edge, check this one out. I give this collection four stars.