Shakespeare Avenue Novels & Stories

Street lights illuminated Forsythe Avenue sidewalks, casting long, elongated shadows. Forsythe Avenue was empty now. Adrian's words reverberated in his head. It was nearly impossible that he was being exposed, yet some part of him screamed otherwise. As though the shadows were condemning him. Kelvin prepared himself as he gazed on the view before him, to ascend the stairs to No. 52.