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Weekly Contest #75
A woman peeks through the opening of the door. Her amber eyes widen in alarm. She quickly closes the door. I sigh. Maybe I should just leave,I think, turning on my heel, No. It would've all been for nothing. I turn to face the door again. I bang on the door until the lady opens it. I gesture for her to open the door and she capitulates. She beckons inside, and I follow her into the dusty apartment. I sit on a lint-covered couch as she tip-toes into the kitchen. I shift from side to side on the red, velvety couch. It must of been pretty once...
I pace the halls of the museum of the arts. Kenya should be here any minute. I see her coming down the hallway in a rushed manner. I fluff my robe and hide behind a pillar. She struts toward me with three inch red heels and a hot pink dress a few sizes too small. Human fashion I guess. I pop out from behind the pillar as she turns a corner."Bam!" I shout waving my arms around me. Kenya jumps back and breaks a heel. She falls down and looks up at me, seething."Hey!" she shouts shaking my robe, "What's you're deal?""My deal," I say, helping he...
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