The pale red moon sat like a guillotine in the sky over Flowery Branch on All Hallows’ Eve. It’s been like this since Keanu Neal was helped off the field in Philadelphia — an angry reminder that these Atlanta Falcons have somehow betrayed the cosmic order and are paying penance to the universe in the form of IR stints.
Dan Quinn pushed the secret brick on the Escherian stairway that opened the passage to his office, leaving Thomas Dimitroff to maintain his heart rate as he continued his jog to nowhere. He sat down in his ornate obsidian chair, peering off into the nothingness while his mind meandered as to how he would present the latest calf strain to the Atlanta media.