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There was a crash, and Charlie opened her eyes. She slowly got out of her bed and made her way to the door. After opening the door she squinted, her eyes not prepared for the brightness of light.

"Morning," Charlie said.

"Hey," Mac replied.

"What was that noise?"


Mac squated down to clean the remains of a broken lightbulb. Charlie looked at an open Scrabble board on the table.

"Can I play?" Charlie asked.

"No. Thank you, though."

She tried to seem more annoyed than she was.

"Will I ever get to play?"

There was a short silence.

"I should probably go soon," Mac said.


Mac dumped the remaining shards of glass in the waste basket.

"Don't forget to get milk," she said.

"I won't."

"Make sure it's store brand this time."


He walked out the door, and a breeze of cold air hit Charlie's feet.

Story by:

Marcus Archibald

submitted at 2:39am

19 May 2010