Micro Monday - August 18, 2025
The Warehouse
Happy Monday! Here’s a short story to start your week.
The Warehouse
You have to wonder what they’re making in there.
There are never any cars in the parking lot. The lights stay on, but no one comes or goes. The address is a black hole in Public Records—owned by nobody, zoned for nothing. GPS swears it doesn’t exist.
We try not to think about it. Kids come home from school here. Lost dogs always turn up on the right doorstep. The newspapers get delivered every day, and the bad news always happens somewhere else. It’s a nice neighborhood. Maybe we’re better off not knowing who runs it.
Still, you have to wonder.