“You’re not an artist, you’re a psychic,” the man in black said, walking around the easel.

Lee’s shock turned to horror as he studied his canvas with new eyes.

“What’s the name of this?”

Lee swallowed and whispered, “Grassy Knoll.”

The man nodded.

“Right. We have a job for you.”

Alex loves to write flash-, short-, & novel-length stories in horror, crime, suspense & fantasy genres. Visit ALK’s full portfolio at alexlkerr.com!