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She awoke to a bright flickering through her bedroom window. It was the third night in a row. The porch light of the neighboring condo appeared to have a faulty circuit. She tried to close her eyes but her lids glowed with the hypnotic rhythm. She knew that rhythm. She had seen it once before. Di-dah-dit di-di-dah dah-dit. The Morse code spoke to her, and in seconds, she had her phone in hand and dialed.

1 comment:

  1. This is my favorite so far! I so want to know what happens next! Oh well...



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