100 word stories. Post all you like, maybe we'll dip in and use yours?
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My mundane job as a grocery store deliveryman gives me too much time to think. Too much time to consider the gravity of my and other’s mortality. Always gripped by the sensations of terror and horror, I fixate on the dark corners of the ether I see each day while delivering fresh produce to wealthy customers. There was no comfort in my routine before today, when I decided to include the new step of injecting their fruit with cyanide.