2:25 by Steven Holding.
It’s late.
Or early.
I’m awake.
Phone rings.
I answer.
It’s her.
Softly crying.
“What’s wrong?”
No reply.
Door knocks.
I stand.
Hang up.
Walk over.
Listen carefully.
Someone’s laughing.
“Who’s there?”
“Just me”
“Go away!”
It opens.
Spare key.
Totally forgot.
She’s inside.
Gun fires.
Can’t breathe.
Time’s up.
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