Fax, by David Little

Fourteen attempts and Rebecca’s fax still hadn’t gone through. Frustration didn’t seem strong enough to describe what she was feeling. She swore quite a bit.

She checked again that the fax didn’t need a 9 before the number. It didn’t.

She checked again that the fax at the other end was working by calling it from her mobile. It was.

That was it then; all over.

Rebecca looked at the fax in her hand. The final soul she had to collect was signed off but wouldn’t get to her boss.

The floor around her burst into flames and she fell…

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Posted on October 28, 2011, in Issue 1: Hundred Word Halloween and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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