Storygram #52
The light comes back on, and a woman in an orange jumpsuit is standing by the fence with her head tilted down, eyes up, staring at me with a nasty grin. I leap backwards and point my rifle at her.
Storygram #26
Path 86 was eerily quiet as usual. He just wanted to check the pipe for a blockage at the end and get back to the base as quickly as possible.
Storygram #6
He ran the same route every day. He used the same bowl for breakfast. He wore the same shirt to work. His friends said he would lose his mind if he didn’t allow for some variety.