Six months had passed since he had accepted the job, a part-time position working nights. The apartment complex where the job was located was one of those relics erected at the height of suburban sprawl, resting on an isolated campus amidst freeways and thoroughfares like a mid-Atlantic island, catering solely to the automobile crowd. There…Read more The Complex – Chapter I: The Night Shift
Memory
The Building, The Memory
Buffeted by cars on the serpentine highway, he grips the wheel. The air whistles as the car hits 65. The landscape: a suburb, with cookie-cutter banality all around. None of it registers, none of it but one. On a grey hill, framed by a grey sky, there is a hotel. In this hotel there is…Read more The Building, The Memory
Adam Mohrbacher 