Monday, March 16, 2009

Take-out

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes," I said to Jenny.

When I got back from picking up the Chinese, I walked to the front door, and it opened when I pushed my key into the lock. I knew I had locked the door. I was sure of it. Jenny was sitting on the living room sofa before I had left, but she was nowhere to be seen now.

I set the food on the table.

"Jenny?" I called. There was no answer.

I walked upstairs, turned on more lights.

"Jenny?" Again, there was no answer.

My heart began to race, beating out of my chest.

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