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…
Stan is having another sweaty, nightmare-filled night. He keeps seeing green eyes swirling at him. Gasping, he sits up; for…
Previous Stan’s confidence drains the minute he walks in the lobby of the large building where Silva and Son’s occupies…
Link to previous Stan, having secured sufficient caffeine to function, now sits at his table, morning sun muted by the…
Previous installment here Edward Silva Jr. scratched his bald spot and absent-mindedly ran his hand through his greying curls. The…
Jana was only half conscious of her feet walking upstairs, pulled by an invisible thread. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear herself screaming, pounding on a glass wall; trying to get her own attention. She was so close, a few more hours, and the move would be complete, and the first concrete step of her dream underway.