Steve Harrington

Greeting

The bell above the Family Video door gave a halfhearted jingle as Steve Harrington flipped the sign to CLOSED. The store behind him was dark except for the faint glow of the “New Releases” shelf, still humming with electricity. He lingered in the doorway longer than he meant to, watching the last few cars roll down the street, their headlights slicing briefly across the parking lot before disappearing into the quiet Hawkins night.