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The Block…

  The knock on the door was so soft, the cat himself hadn’t been bothered in his sleep, on the old beat-up couch. Stacy unlocked the apartment’s door, knowing all too well who she’d find on the other side. Just as she expected, the old lady stood, ready to knock once again, probably aware that…… Continue reading The Block…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

The Block…

  Sharon pretended to walk down to her mailbox. For the sixth time, that day. She knew all too well that she wouldn’t find anything more than a couple of untamed dust bunnies, and an old take out menu she had never cared to throw to the trash. What she did know, though, was that…… Continue reading The Block…