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S6: Short Fiction

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Chevanne Scordinsky
Aug 10, 2022
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William flicked at his nails, pacing about the front stoop as he waited for someone to open the door. He bitterly raked a finger against an old, deep scar on his cheek. Just as the latch was being undone, he faced forward to meet the flushed face of a young housekeeper.

“Good afternoon, Elena” he said smoothly with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“Good afternoon, sir. Nice to see you again. Let me show you to the seating area,” she said, casting her eyes down.

William strolled through the entryway, passed an empty drawing room and barely used baby grand piano with ornate feet. His light brown linen suit swished against his ankles as he strutted through the back hallway into the courtyard.

“Pedro!” William outstretched his hand and firmly grasped Pedro’s.

Pedro smiled widely. “Happy you could make it so quickly. Very good to see you.”

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