Storygram #86
“BAY 3. SPEAK TO NO ONE.” That’s all they would ever tell me about the nameless building at 97 Bracker Lane. I was supposed to keep my mouth shut and drop off my payload.
Storygram #75
She watched as he turned the ball in his hand, searching for the perfect grip on that red seam as he prepared himself for the first pitch of the game. He looked up and made brief eye contact with her, as though he could sense a commonality between them.
Storygram #46
The watch on his wrist beeped. He didn’t hear it, but he felt the tiny speaker’s subtle vibration. It was giving him a five minute warning—not that it mattered.