By Samuel Davies
Curious, thought Tom. “I know I saw her when I woke up this morning,” he said to himself after darting his eyes around the room.
In a pathetic panic, he struggled down to his hands and knees and then on to his chest to peer under his bed. She wasn’t there either. He rested there, prone position, immobilized, on the cold laminate floor. He tried to remember her face.
“Mr. Bedfield, may I come in?” Muffled an unfamiliar voice from behind his locked door. Something slid under and rested at his fingertips. “I replaced the cracked frame of your wedding photo.”
While I’m fairly certain a picture frame wouldn’t fit under my door, I could spend the rest of the day wondering who the muffled, unfamiliar voice belonged to: the maid, a date, the neighbour, and is it, indeed, a woman……….
powerful!
wow…..
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