by datene
Marcus is moving out of his old apartment, lost in thought he reaches out for the kitchen chair he's sat on every day for the last five years. It's not there. Of course it isn't there, he moved it out yesterday. But a chair appears under his grip anyway. Startled, he tries again and another chair materializes. It's too late to stop now, but where are all these chairs coming from?
Follow the story's audience level and its rate of change.
Current followers
Follower change
Current views
View change
Point to a cell to inspect it.
—
followers in this window
