The rain struck the windows of Dr. Saul Geier’s office in intermittent slashes, as if the sky couldn’t quite make up its mind about the swirling chaos. Inside, Geier grunted, adjusting the flame of his desk lighter before leaning into his armchair. The scent of Captain Black pipe tobacco curled into the wood-paneled stillness. Susan…

[Reader’s note: this is an unfinished story, featuring some childhood memories–maybe yours or maybe mine. I wrote the original Write a Story With Me in 2019 and had some very creative responses which I turned into the finished story The Gift with credit to those who contributed the What happens next to the unfinished story. Let’s…