The Riddle of the Sphinx

a short story about what goes up a chimney down and down a chimney up, jaws dripping with blood fresh from the vein?

What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?

Because it’s evolving quickly, the legs are growing back, and this bunker door won’t hold forever.

Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

Story prompt taken from a photo by Christian Bardenhorst