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"Painted Black"

The Thing About Lloyd Stanford

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Martin Solberg sat at his pod donned in the three-piece outfit expected of all paralegals. The suit made him stand out as a dark figurine jutting into the bare white walls and the bright fluorescents above. Each move he made was easily noticeable from across the room like a shadow cast before a projected screen, so the attorney had the advantage of taking a quick glance over her shoulder to see if her underling was absorbed in other thoughts. Though, the panoptical setting did not dissuade him from momentarily abandoning his research, especially on a particular case that was a bit too disheart...bYrone door

"Painted Black"

“Douglas, I have some bad news.” “Great.  So do I.  Um, you first though.” “I seem to have gone blind.” “-” “It could be some kind of neurological issue or something.  I am getting a little older, as my wife keeps reminding me.  "I mean I’m utterly blind.  I can’t see a thing.  To say that I can’t see my own hand in front of my face would be an understatement.  Complete darkness.  I might be tempted to touch my eyes to see if they’re closed but it wouldn’t be this dark if that was all it was.  Last I knew, it was around 3 in the afternoon without a cloud in the sky.  Or at least there weren’t...bYrone door

The Thing About Lloyd Stanford

Lloyd Stanford was your average, overweight, middle-age working stiff with none of those go-getter, climb-the-corporate-ladder “ambitions,” thank you very much. He was quite content with his nine to five desk job where nothing unusual ever happened, and every day bled together with the one before it and the one after it until Lloyd’s weekdays became indeterminate blurs differentiated only by the color of shirt he chose to wear. It was Tuesday, and Lloyd’s shirt was a dingy taupe color, the shade of an old coffee stain. “And how are we feeling today, Mr. Stanford?”Lloyd’s boss, Mr. Anderson, wa...bYrone door

Stolen Clouds

Stolen CloudsBy Andrew EvansThe bombay black cat brushed up against her legs, mewing and pawing for attention.She did not need attention at this moment."Go on, shoo.. I can't.. go on now.." She whispered and pulled her scarf about her face.The cat flicked its tail in nonchalant defiance, hissed and sauntered off towards a food stall.Makena had hidden her sense of dread and rushing adrenaline well as she had stolen away from the citadel with the document. The streets were as cramped as ever with tradespeople and protesters in equal measure.She blended expertly among the people crowding doorways...bYrone door