Sunday, September 25, 2005

55 word story

Moving up slowly, she slips into my room. Footfalls barely audible, the sparse light dances off her features. She is searching for something (aren't we all), and my slight breathing does not give me away.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
She jumps, and says, "Nothing, I was just wondering if you were awake."
"I am now."

Ed Kidhardt

9:44 PM


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