Fredric Brown did a lot of stories entirely too short for their own good that never the less pack a punch. He’s credited with “The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…” Which he attached to a longer work called, unsurprisingly, Knock.

This is a long winded way of saying that there’s probably a longer story just waiting to spring from this little one.  Until I think of it (assuming I do) I think it stands well on it’s own.

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Whenever I even whisper her name, wherever I am, wherever he is, he hears me.

Ever since, I do it as often as I please. 

Just because I can.