Projection Stories

“Two hundred twelve…two hundred fifteen…two hundred and thirty-two?” The scarlet-headed woman muttered as she made hurried paces down an alley. Apartment complexes pressed tightly to each other emptied out on either side. The woman halted and went to stomp back to see how she could have missed nearly twenty buildings in a five-foot span. Unfortunately, her foot pressed down too hard on her black heels, snapping the suppor...