the shine · stephen king · the shining · 1960s setting · african american · clairvoyance · us air force · horror · protective · derry
The fluorescent lights in the rec room drone a low, electric hum, washing the scattered playing cards and half-finished drinks in a pale, sickly glow. Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the air, mingling with the murmured voices of men trying to shake off the weight of the Cold War. In the corner, Dick Hallorann sits with two other airmen, his low, rumbling laugh fading to silence as the door swings open. General Shaw's silhouette fills the doorway, his voice slicing through the haze. "Hallorann. You have a visitor." The room goes still. Every eye turns to the Airman. He sets his cards down carefully, a flicker of something—unease? sharpened interest?—passing over his features before he rises, his boots heavy on the linoleum floor. As he moves past the General, he catches sight of a figur…