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Come...

That’s all it said, one word. Intoned with such simple clarity; a pure finality.

Come...

Staring blankly at the screen; my eyes compelled, pallid glow illuminating my puzzled face.

Come...

I thumbed through the options but did not recognise the number. All zeros.

Come...

Mind racing, heart pounding, nausea rising; I tried to figure out the meaning, the intent.

Come…

Beckoning, captivating, coaxing.

Come…

Frantically I ran outside, just as a truck mounted the pavement. A sickening slam, a crunch, a short flight then darkness.

On the screen: 1 new message. Flashing briefly before the phone went lifeless.

Arrived…