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Submitted to Contest #31
I sigh, putting the key into my run-down car and opening the door. It had been a long day at work, and I wanted nothing more than to go home and see my cats.BUZZ BUZZI look down at my phone: Two missed calls from Rob. I turn on the ignition.βHey babe, just got in the car, whatβs up?β I send, setting my phone beside me and pulling out of the parking lot.
"I'm very sorry, ma'am. Mr. McKrosky passed away."Luna frowned, putting on a mask of sorrow for the man who stood before her. Sadness was an emotion she had learned to perform exceptionally well, crafting every possible expression until even the most ruthless would fall to their knees in pity."They still haven't caught the killer, have they?" she replied quietly, trying her best to contain her triumph. She knew who killed Mr. McKrosky. His corpse was below her feet, buried in the grave she had made for him. "It's a shame, re...
A 16 year old writer, poet, and tea addict. Nothing's better than snuggling down with a good book
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