Reinhardt Keith received the e-mail simultaneously at every one of his addresses at 1:13 in the afternoon on a Friday. The message was brief and worded in such a way that he couldn’t help being interested. His job was to find news after all, to stay plugged in to the goings on of society. It wa...
The dirty sheets were twisted through his limbs and up around his head, and he felt like he was caught in a spider’s web. He wasn’t certain if he was breathing; he checked, realizing with horror that he was not. In a panic he thrashed and commenced a writhing paroxysm. He choked up phlegm, spat a...