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Submitted to Contest #55
"2383…2383…” the elderly man who ran the storage facility murmured quietly to himself as he led me up two flights of stairs and down three long corridors before we came to the right door. He unlocked it for me and left me to it with a small condolent smile. The steel door rolled up smoothly and, flicking the light on, I sighed wearily at the contents. The six-foot by six-foot room was packed to the gills with brown metal filing cabinets and white banker’s boxes stuffed with manila folders. Against the back wall ...
“Can you keep a secret?” she asked me with a sly smile playing on her blue-popsicle-hued lips. “Sure I can,” I replied with a shrug and bit the end of my own red popsicle right off. I’d never been a patient person like Stella obviously was, seeing how much of hers still remained. “Good, so can I,” she said with a giggle and took another long, ponderous lick of her icy treat. I rolled my eyes and ignored her feint. She just wanted me to beg her to tell me whatever it was she was hinting around at and I d...
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