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The rain was pouring and John Smith was soaking wet. He found himself wandering
in the alleys of a huge city . "What am I doing here?", he asked himself. He didn't know this
part of the city. He tried to ask a lady for help, but she took one look at him and screamed and
then fainted. "What's going on?" He tried to hail a taxi, but the driver drove away. " What the hell!
Was that driver mad?" He used a payphone to call his apartment. A voice that he didn't recognized answered and said in a coarse voice.
" Hello who is this?"
"May I talk to Mrs. Smith?"
"Oh Mrs. Smith, she is not here. She told me to watch the house"
"Why?"
"She's at her husband John's funeral. He died yesterday in a car crash in
the couple's trip to New York".
............................. eek
- by Lord Jonel |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 05/11/2009 |
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