Grits for Breakfast by Jimmie Aaron Kepler

My access card unlocked the door. As I stepped inside, motion detectors turned on banks of fluorescent lights filling the room with near-blinding white light. A blast of refrigerated air caused goose bumps to form on my arms and the nape of my neck. Tiny pulsating blue, green, yellow, and red LED bulbs filled the… Continue reading Grits for Breakfast by Jimmie Aaron Kepler