Friday, October 20, 2006

55 Fiction Friday


Iris shook herself out of her self induced reverie, slid the key into the lock and turned it with great effort. The tumblers resisted with an ancient groan. Finally with an audible clack the lock released. Iris lifted the lid and looked into the box. Nothing lay inside but a single sheet of discolored paper.

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1 comment:

Paperback Writer said...

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