She sits in the cold, there's a neon green sign flicking above her head, waiting for her cell phone to ring. "He's late again", she sighs.
All of a sudden her cellphone rings, but it's an unknown number. When she picks it up there's uneven breathing, then the line goes dead.
There's a man at the door. With an axe in his hand.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Door Ways
Posted by Layla at 1:08 PM
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