Musings of Horror
Gus Grenwald turned on the light to the den, and for a flickering moment his life seemed brighter. The light from the ceiling globe illuminated the room’s features: the hewn-stone fireplace, the claw-footed loveseat resting on a brown-and-orange area rug, mahogany bookshelves lining both sides, and a roll top desk in the back. He had slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb his wife Marlene. Hard as he’d tried, he had not been able to sleep. Sitting down now at his desk piled with manuscripts,... Sign in to see full entry.