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J Hardy Carroll
“Someone’s coming up the front driveway,” whispered Kathy to Wayne.
Jack was in the basement where he kept cool on hot days. As usual, he would be no help.
Cell phones didn’t work inside their cement and rusted metal fortress. No way to summon help.
And that window that was so rusted it wouldn’t close anymore; it could be pried open.
“Just wait,” replied Wayne. “No one could believe anyone actually lives here.”
She gave him “the look” and sat down at her computer, thinking she would send an email to her friend, Sandy, just in case something went wrong.
i guess being confined and holed up in a place can make one imagine things. 🙂
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Description of the building as a “cement and rusted metal fortress” immediately makes one think that they’re expecting trouble at any moment.
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Smart woman. That situation is just screaming for something to go wrong.
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Very mysterious. A part of a bigger story.
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“Just in case” leaves a lot to the imagination 🙂
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I hope Sandy can send help in time
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I’m definitely left wanting more with this one.
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This sounds ominous. I like an open end!
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Why do they need to hide away? That’s the question that springs to my mind.
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Why indeed?
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I’m sensing that if something goes wrong, asking for help via email will be too late.
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