Several hours later, Stan awakes to a different hue of slatted light: the sun is peeking through the blinds. Seeing…
After midnight, in Stan Greene’s apartment. Urban sounds filter in through the walls; the thrum of traffic punctuated by the…
Barbara clicks on another email, trying to catch up on the missed work from yesterday. Doing her best to not…
Stan is having another sweaty, nightmare-filled night. He keeps seeing green eyes swirling at him. Gasping, he sits up; for…
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Photo Credit: Original Artwork by Diana Carson-Walker “Stan, could I see you for a moment?”, the dreaded words rang out…