The oak doors swung shut with a boom. "Hello?" I called into cavernous dark.
A match flared to life, partially illuminating a man's face as he lit the cigarette clamped in his lips.
My heart hammered. "I'm here for the job."
His cigarette tip flared in response.
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A dribble, a drabble
Short StoryAn assorted collection of works of 100 words or less from a wide assortment of genres. What type of bite do you fancy today? Included here are my entries to #slapdashsat on my twitter profile @amandajhare as well as entries to various Wattpad contes...
