The Neon Prophet
A Chad Schomber Short Story
Carter Mathis stared out the smudged window of his shoebox studio, watching the emerald glow pulse against the skyline. It wasn’t a beacon or some distant high-rise billboard. The light came from Ethan Zen’s penthouse terrace. One floor above and an entire universe away.
Zen Tower was the kind of place that screamed "new money." The bottom twenty floors …
