"Emerald Lakes," an Atlanta Burns story by Chuck Wendig
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THE NAME is a lie; no lake or lakes exist here. Outside it’s just a parking lot, some trees, a well-manicured lawn with the light-and-dark stripes mowed into the grass. And the walls are more a seafoam green than emerald. But life is easy in the Emerald Lakes facility. They don’t ask much here. Don’t miss therapy. Don’t miss rec time.
Great idea- read a tale & if you like it, support them or subscribe...Chuck Wendig found this little perilous series & shared through the realms of Twitterdom.
