Laundry
I knew who they were
as I watched them come up the path and ring the doorbell. Horrors! She
had a notebook and a fussy little pencil. He was holding a leaking bag
of doughnuts.
Both were smiling jauntily. They sat down. Alec began on a doughnut.
"We want a sequel."
"I'm not writing one."
"We deserve further development. Like in Jane Austen."
"Sorry. Had enough of you."
I looked at Alec. Sleazy. At Laura . Conceited. As the cliche goes, I had created monsters.
"All right. I'll compromise. A hundred words and no more."
They looked dubious. I felt smug.
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