The last Forced Autonomy Teaser.
Release Date: January 3
Still wrapped in my cocoon of
reminiscence, I heard footsteps coming down the hall just as I’d finished the
last words to the song. The other tenants were so quiet, I could hear a pin
drop. I flipped the comb in my hand, wielding the sharpened end instead of the
hygienic end and darted behind my shell of a refrigerator. The footsteps
continued, the sounds indicating the carrier of feet grew closer and closer. A
rattle on the door sent my heart into frantic palpitations followed by a
complete seizure of beats. This was no toy soldier, they came in packs and
never that late. The steps outside that night were heavier, somehow they felt
more determined though to most they would be nearly noiseless.
I sidestepped back into place
behind the fridge as the owner of the footsteps entered.
A male voice, scratchy and
raspy, claimed he was with the government. I may have been sheltered as a child
but I’d never acquired a taste for bullshit. And he reeked of it. Then he
confessed, though I could tell by the pieced together, almost quilted clothes
he wore, that he was no government agent.
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