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And Then There Was No-One.


Asleep on the sitting room floor,they are suddenly awoken by the bangs outdoors.

"What was that?" Patricia asked Steve.

"I don't know,let me go and see" Steve replies 2 she.

He struggles, but eventually,picks his weary body from the floor,

That once before floor

He's looked at many moons before. Gently Steve pulls the curtain back,

Resembling the open mouth of a black and white cat.

"Well,what do you see?" Patricia hawks at steve.

"Nothing"-says Steve" Its 2 bloody dark 2 see!"

Never leave a woman's job 2 a man named Steve,Patricia thinks.

If only she had wings,she'd fly away,she further thinks.

©21/09/2021. Wired6.

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