FLYPAPER
FLYPAPER By Lana B. This story may not be re-posted without the permission of the author. *** The grimy ceiling lamp gently swayed on its rusted chain as the overworked floor fan ten feet away noisily labored to circulate the dank air in the warehouse's cellar. The lamp's wavering light beam shone downward in a broadening cone that softly illuminated the immediate area around the small wooden table but not much else beyond its perimeter. Steve looked into the...