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She woke, moaned, and pushed his foot to the floorboard. Get your foot out of my side, she said, stretching in the cramped car.

He sat up, get your side out of my foot, and looked up out the window. What’re the chances your landlord’s awake?

What's time is it? she asked.

He squinted at his watch. It’s six fifty.

No chance, but with the sun up I can climb the fire escape, drop through the roof hatch into the back stairwell, and use my license to pop open my door.

Get to it, he said. There’s coffee in there.

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    I love the different questions this raises. Is it really just a case of missing keys?

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    Melanie almost 5 years ago

    Missing keys, missing hours, missing morals...

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    Christopher almost 5 years ago

    Great drabble, Melanie. You know the first thing I thought of? They were locked out of their apartment for not paying the rent. It's the mark or a well-written drabble that can be different things to different people. Well done!

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    Chris Walker almost 5 years ago

    Very atmospheric, Melanie. Plus I'd go to some lengths to get the first coffee of the day... ;-)

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    D.M. almost 5 years ago

    Good one!

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    Melanie almost 5 years ago

    @Christopher - thank you! I am happy it can have different interpretations. I bet I could have even taken it one step farther had I said "the door" instead of "my door."

    @Chris - thank you! That first cup of coffee is ever so important, even worth a daredevil act of breaking and entering.

    @D.M. thank you!

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