Monday, May 21, 2007

The start of another short story I will never complete. The Call to 911.

911, how may I assist you?

There are two men fighting in the street outside my bedroom window.

Are you in any immediate danger?

Not unless one of them has a key to my house.

Do either of them have a key to your house?

I don't know, let me ask them.

HEY, DO EITHER OF YOU HAVE A KEY TO MY HOUSE?

They didn't answer they are too busy slapping and kicking at each other.

Slapping and kicking? I thought you said they were fighting.

Yes, that's what I said, two men are fighting in the street outside my bedroom window. Doesn't slapping and kicking constitute a fight?

I don't know. I'll have to check my manual. Please hold.

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