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The Apartment #4

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When the scream came, it didn't come from Joan's throat but from somewhere deeper, blacker, somewhere primeval: a comfortless, mournful depth which all humanity shares and all humanity fears, a place of raw and exposed emotion.
Her scream carried into every apartment - but its anguish carried further, disturbing the dreams of sleepers far distant and the hearts of lovers far, far away.
Then: silence.
Standing at the foot of the stairs, Joan shook, her trembling appearing exaggerated. Sprawled over the top five steps, her husband's body. And there, at her feet, looking up at her with pleading eyes, his head.

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    Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago

    Owww! What a kick in the guts after Joan's earlier appearance! Lovely, if disturbing writing, Drew. Eager for more here....

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    Lisa Williams almost 4 years ago

    Same. Sat with popcorn awaiting the next instalment X

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    Lisa Williams almost 4 years ago

    Same. Sat with popcorn awaiting the next instalment X

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    Frenchie over 3 years ago

    Because I have not been here for so long, I missed all of these... Now, I am hooked.
    I think I would have a heart attack if I was Joan...

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    Drew Martyn over 3 years ago

    Great! I'm glad you're enjoying it :) x

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