Screenshot_20221218_110753_chrome.jpg -

Elias stared at the glowing rectangle of his phone, the blue light competing with the weak winter sun filtering through his kitchen window. It was 11:07 AM on a Sunday. Outside, the world was hushed by a light dusting of snow, but inside the Chrome browser tab, things were chaotic.

The phone saved the image: .

Elias felt a prickle of electricity on his neck. His grandfather had been a keeper at a station three towns over until it was automated in the eighties. The old man used to mutter the exact same phrase into his tea whenever the fog rolled in. Screenshot_20221218_110753_Chrome.jpg